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  • scintillatingsolitude03 2w

    She didn’t need him
    to stop the tears,
    But rather
    be there
    to catch them
    When they did fall.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 10w

    And every night
    she tried to convince
    The little girl inside
    that she was enough.
    Some days she even won
    But she never stopped trying
    on the days she didn’t.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 18w

    At rest, she was lounge jazz
    without the cigarettes.

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  • scintillatingsolitude03 20w

    Work week
    Monday, Monday
    More work Monday
    Tuesday, second day
    Tasks on tasks, Tuesday
    Wednesday, third day
    When’s the weekend, Wednesday
    Thursday, almost there
    Trudging along, Thursday
    Friday, finally
    Freedom, Friday
    Saturday, oh Saturday
    Sleeping in, Saturday
    Sunday, too damn soon
    Slow down, Sunday
    Work week end.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 20w

    Giving in to love
    meant giving in to trust.
    If she could, she might have
    But since she couldn’t,
    both were beyond her grasp
    Except of course
    The exception to the rule:
    Her self.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 23w

    She weathered trauma
    And grew up wise

    She survived absence
    And fell in love with her presence

    She witnessed arguments
    And modelled maturity

    She feared rage filled behaviour
    And strives only for personal peace

    She wished for security
    And controlled the rest of her life

    She lived eccentrically
    And given a chance to orchestrate,
    wouldn’t change a thing.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 24w

    The dreamers
    in abundance
    grew up
    to dashed expectations

    The survivors
    in pain
    held on long enough
    to breathe in the other side

    Circumstances determined
    the worth of one drop
    To a rainforest
    And to a drought.

    Thus, while they lived disappointed,
    She lived pleasantly surprised.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 24w

    She mourned
    silently
    For paths written off
    For love she’d never trust
    For parts of her heart
    banished to the shadows
    Of self-preservation
    And embraced
    security in independence.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 25w

    She retreated
    where others would commune

    She loved
    where others would act

    She lived
    where others wouldn’t dare go

    Aloof and alone
    Yet comforted and complete.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • scintillatingsolitude03 28w

    When once the silence

    Ushered mental menace

    Now, gave space for gratitude

    And peace.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03