Jacqui Broad Poems

The thing of writing
is, you always stand a chance
to offend someone...
The thing of talking
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To care, but not being cared for...
To love, but not being loved...
To laugh, but not sharing the laughter...
To shine, but not sharing the light...
...

Behind the weeping willow,
the sun sets.
I follow the twilight's
hues of red.
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The disappointment within you,
reminds me of a burning flame.
Day after day it's still the same -
how do you do?
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Yesterday, my cat was stuck
in the tree.
The poor thing clinging on for dear life
it seemed to me.
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Yesterday I sat against my wall,
enjoying the sunlight on my face.
I was waiting for peace to call,
but it came last in the race.
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I am Your daughter
I am made of dust
I am made by You
I am Your child.
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If strong people break down and cry,
and go on living without asking why,
is it a good thing to depend and rely,
and look up for freedom in the blue sky?
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