I tripped over
My bags
That I poorly
Balanced on the
Stairwell
& out of the office she
Ran
All hard angled cheekbones &
Sharp blue eyes
"Buck up love-
She shouted
This is the first day of your
Free life
After-all
Isn't it?"
& by God
I felt so much at once
But I smiled
& do you know what?
- For once it was real.
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Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoetryDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20
