crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
Candace Queen a light in a dark world
oppression is real
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
#love
#beauty
#oppression #daughter
#oppression #daughter
542 reads
6 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
156 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
156 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
156 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
156 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
156 reads
4 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 10:06am
12th Apr 2019 10:06am
Awoken
Light gives way to dark and I rest
but only for mere minutes
as my mind has just awoken
it rolls thru sunsets and still waters
fresh scents of spring beginnings
and the dawning of nights end
it breathes with sounds of nature
and it stops to inspect the view
there's no rain tonight
eventho I hear thunder in the sky
comfort caresses my carelessness
and feel releases from the locket
upon my chest
I rub it gently and give it a tiny kiss
can't...
but only for mere minutes
as my mind has just awoken
it rolls thru sunsets and still waters
fresh scents of spring beginnings
and the dawning of nights end
it breathes with sounds of nature
and it stops to inspect the view
there's no rain tonight
eventho I hear thunder in the sky
comfort caresses my carelessness
and feel releases from the locket
upon my chest
I rub it gently and give it a tiny kiss
can't...
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2019
#daughter
724 reads
8 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 10:06am
12th Apr 2019 10:06am
Awoken
Light gives way to dark and I rest
but only for mere minutes
as my mind has just awoken
it rolls thru sunsets and still waters
fresh scents of spring beginnings
and the dawning of nights end
it breathes with sounds of nature
and it stops to inspect the view
there's no rain tonight
eventho I hear thunder in the sky
comfort caresses my carelessness
and feel releases from the locket
upon my chest
I rub it gently and give it a tiny kiss
can't...
but only for mere minutes
as my mind has just awoken
it rolls thru sunsets and still waters
fresh scents of spring beginnings
and the dawning of nights end
it breathes with sounds of nature
and it stops to inspect the view
there's no rain tonight
eventho I hear thunder in the sky
comfort caresses my carelessness
and feel releases from the locket
upon my chest
I rub it gently and give it a tiny kiss
can't...
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2019
#daughter
724 reads
8 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 10:06am
12th Apr 2019 10:06am
Awoken
Light gives way to dark and I rest
but only for mere minutes
as my mind has just awoken
it rolls thru sunsets and still waters
fresh scents of spring beginnings
and the dawning of nights end
it breathes with sounds of nature
and it stops to inspect the view
there's no rain tonight
eventho I hear thunder in the sky
comfort caresses my carelessness
and feel releases from the locket
upon my chest
I rub it gently and give it a tiny kiss
can't...
but only for mere minutes
as my mind has just awoken
it rolls thru sunsets and still waters
fresh scents of spring beginnings
and the dawning of nights end
it breathes with sounds of nature
and it stops to inspect the view
there's no rain tonight
eventho I hear thunder in the sky
comfort caresses my carelessness
and feel releases from the locket
upon my chest
I rub it gently and give it a tiny kiss
can't...
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2019
#daughter
724 reads
8 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
8th May 2023 8:51pm
8th May 2023 8:51pm
Terrified
No matter how well things are going,
I cannot be happy
while one of you isn't.
I cannot be happy
while one of you isn't.
#teens
#motherhood
#MentalHealth #daughter
#MentalHealth #daughter
378 reads
4 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
8th May 2023 8:51pm
8th May 2023 8:51pm
Terrified
No matter how well things are going,
I cannot be happy
while one of you isn't.
I cannot be happy
while one of you isn't.
#teens
#motherhood
#MentalHealth #daughter
#MentalHealth #daughter
378 reads
4 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
8th May 2023 8:51pm
8th May 2023 8:51pm
Terrified
No matter how well things are going,
I cannot be happy
while one of you isn't.
I cannot be happy
while one of you isn't.
#teens
#motherhood
#MentalHealth #daughter
#MentalHealth #daughter
378 reads
4 Comments
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