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In her despair

she cowers and

covers her face.

No longer can she

battle the demons

that invade her

mind and space.


The drugs she takes

to self medicate.

The many men she

sleeps with, the

loathing and self hate.


Will she take her

life by her own

hand? Or will she

choose to fight and

make a stand?


◄ Isabella Rose

A Small Bud ►


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Shirley Smothers

Fri 21st Sep 2012 18:26

A small bud, withered
But just a few drops of rain
Beautiful flower

I was inspired to write
this after reading
Nigel's poem.

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Nigel Astell

Thu 20th Sep 2012 15:25

To whither
Low esteem
Lift your
Head up
Little flower
Closed bud
Slowly opens
Fighting demons
Wiping away
Tear drops
Of depression.

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