Freed up like butterflies
Before the ache of dawn
I feel the burning desire
To quelch the pain
Then and only then
Do I realize
It’s in the pain that I know I am free
With that, I fly
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
Tag: #poetry #survival
To Speak
Standing at the mike
She froze when she saw
He was in the line
At the bar, waving a five
Speechless, she should be
When seeing his stubbles
Will she ever be free
From grotesque feelings
She speaks
She’s heard
He sees
He’s no more
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
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