Compelled When words come to me And I have no means by which to record I find it like trying to grasp the wind And with frustration I reach Until it passes And I've failed to hold a single breath of air Upon which I'm left with only The realization That it wasn't in the capture But in the release of the storm I found my peace

I could hate you and myself too enumerating everything you've said and done to keep the torch of anger warm gathering memories like stones stacked high enough to validate my hurt or I can take what you give hear it echo then gently place it in the corner of my mind where I let the waves crash in and wash away the unpleasant words and feelings they leave behind #poemstr

Space Afraid to take up space generations of fear so long now its embedded in her DNA to be polite empathetic and small Do not worry about what She needs, wants, dreams Her thoughts words feelings take up space He cannot afford her So she remains silent further pushed down Shamed for staying quiet The eruptions of life leave trails of blame that always find their way to her closing Her Space until there is none left and she disappears Completely #poemstr

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