Beautiful piece by Candice ❤
Take out the trash
And as you bend to pick up stray leaves
You see him standing beneath his grief
He wears it heavy like winter wool, boiled in tears
As a man, he doesn’t have the ways of expressing
All those pent up cries
For so long, he was his only resource
Clamboring into himself even further
A boy within a man, hand over mouth
His outward smile is tinged with sadness
Nobody sees because people want to believe
In smiles more than tears
Except me
I have nothing much of myself to recommend
I couldn’t compete, I couldn’t pretend
The square jawed boys at school
Saw through me, reaching for the swan necked girls
Who purred and swam in batted eyelash lakes
And like this man, I grew up shaping myself coarsely
Sometimes doing nothing more than observing
The way we treat others less fortunate
And I came…
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This is simply beautiful! love your posts 1Wise-Woman !!! would mean the world to me if you checked out my latest post…I think you would like it very much!! 🙂
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Thank you but the credit for this one goes to Candice who blogs at https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/
I try to make a habit of sharing posts of other bloggers that inspire me. I appreciate you reading my blog and will definitely take a look at yours.
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