Poetry

self

Posted on 12/20/201612/19/2016 by Jeanne

she fell to the bottom
a long way down
memories broken
she looked within

lies or truth
lay bare in the soil
of her soul she found
a reason to live

another year approaches
she submits to fate
listens to the babble
while finding her wings

hell and angels
she learns to breathe
the fire in her head
and the cool air of ocean breeze

Author: Jeanne

7 thoughts on “self”

emotionsoflife2016 says:

12/26/2016 at 11:10 am

Well done

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  12/27/2016 at 5:50 am
  
  😄TY!!
  
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  1. emotionsoflife2016 says:
    
    12/27/2016 at 8:25 am
    
    My pleasure
    
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SebnemSanders says:

12/21/2016 at 10:28 am

Hope the angels always lead us to the cool ocean breeze. 🙂

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  12/21/2016 at 4:15 pm
  
  😉yes!!
  
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vidur sahdev says:

12/20/2016 at 1:06 pm

nice 🙂

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  12/21/2016 at 7:54 am
  
  🙂
  
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