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A poem I'd written many, many years ago when I was in a very unhappy and lonely place in my life. I'm glad made the changes necessary to become the woman I am today! ; ) Deconstructed Angst and confusion. Sadness at dismay. Generating confusion Over an angry display. Criticism in the constant. Lacking in construction. Pulls me apart Into tiny pieces. Pulls me apart Till the goodness Goes away.
I call this
Deconstruction.My mother. My husband.
My God! I'm a wife. Bringing up baby grand Strong in this life. Yet here I stand alone By the seashore in the breeze. In my mind, all I've known Churning within my darkness ill at ease. I have called out before "Love me. Touch me." I have heard my echo "Love me. Touch me." I whisper to the winds "Hold me. Protect me." Still I stand alone. Angst and confusion. Sadness at dismay. Generating confusion Over an angry display. Criticism in the constant Lacking on construction. Pulls me apart Into tiny pieces. Pulls me apart Till the goodness Goes away. My mother. My husband. My God! I'm a wife. Unable to grow, to expand. I'll not fly. I'll not reach the sky. I will reach Deconstruction. By Linda Laforge
Linda Laforge is a contemporary celtic artist and creative writer. To see her portfolio and to read more visit her at: http://www.LindaLaforge.com Reprint Info: Most of Linda's short stories, poems and articles are available for reprint provided the copyright notice above is included at the end of the article. If you wish to use a piece, please contact Linda for permission. She'll want to see a link to your site or a sample of your publication. Of course, she'd love to get paid where the opportunity is available! All writing must be left fully intact. Please make sure that the link to her site is live and clickable.
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