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Pen tapping on the table
Tap tap tap
Thoughts swirling
Untamable
Dizzy plunge under the surface
Deeper and deeper
Seeking the calmness
The deepest depths
Longing for silence
Where are you?
Nowhere to be found
Why are you hiding?
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t want to know.
Don’t try
To read my empty stare
Don’t try
To read between my lines
Who needs disappointment?
I will rock myself
To the rythm of my pen
Filling the blanks
With comfortable lies
Making me whole, again
No one can be
At once strong
And truly vulnerable
To be Fierce for you
I must keep weakness for me…
Cyranny's Cove 
Waiting for your muse, don’t feel bad I’ve been waiting for two days, she’s a no show. :o)
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They must be out together… lol
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Very heartfelt and emotional poem. You can sense her feelings very strongly through your words and your speaker’s actions. Seems like perhaps she shouldn’t have to be so strong in front of him all the time. Perhaps her weakness helps her write, but emotionally she might feel better with someone to talk to, even briefly.
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Very “on the spot” analysis, Amanda… For some time I’ve been thinking about the paradox between “being strong” and “showing vulnerability” and how to make those two state co-exist… Not an easy task, and I guess that’s what came out of this piece…
Thank you for your great comment 🙂 It is always so interesting to have the view of other writers 🙂 xx
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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