Originally published (c) 2009 Pamela Schloesser Canepa
I write, I express
and I press so hard
The hurt in my shoulder
like little glass shards
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I focus, I strive
My thoughts so intense
The weight on me
at times feels so dense.
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Pop! I let the pressure out, let it rise
like a balloon at its demise…
Powerless, away with the wind it goes
The fear and the pain that I once held so close.
*Revised version, 2021
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