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In these pages you will find my original works of poetry.

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A feather, a leaf Floating, Blowing Along a gentle breeze. Once a part of something? Possibly. A long time has passed in the drifting wind. There's no memory of belonging. Driftwood churning on endless waves, Tumultuous seas. Are there others like me? This wayward dance Results in a type of loneliness. So tired Of trying to be like everyone else. More than tired. An exhausted soul. Bone weary. But maybe Everyone's doing the same thing. Maybe everyone is trying to be Like ever

Eternal Yearning- A Photo and a Blurb

She was made to swim To dive wide and deep To reach far and fast But she's been left stranded for eternity Trapped Frozen Watching the rippling water Teased by the fleeting splashes She will never feel the weightless flight of soaring through the waves Or the pleasant recoil of her skin as the cool water shocks her sun soaked body To wonder what she must have done to warrant such a curse From within her stony prison she cannot even wet her face with her tears, for she cannot

A Woman

You're someone who has fought your whole life. Fought against emptiness, Steeled against the loneliness That lives within your heart. You have shouldered blow after blow. Hardships that have Staggered you Buckled you Dropped you to your knees. But, even when drowning in your own despair, Time after time you rise. A phoenix in my eyes. Coughing to clear the Suffocating anguish that fills your lungs. When I was little you held me up. No matter what, No matter when. Even when yo

Praying to Time

In dreams or waking hours It's always there It never fades I know it wasn't meant for me But that fact- It doesn't make it hurt less. The feeling dulls It surges Wanes But, it remains I feel it still Spurts of pain And Regretful thoughts Remind me of what Can't come to pass. Time moves along So apathetic So unrelenting I offer sacrifices I wait my turn I don't take it for granted And this isn't meant as a complaint Because I'm satisfied Just... Not fulfilled. Always still I f

Books and Poetry by Michelle O.