Melanie Walendowsky Baker Poems

So if my words seem endless,
and my words untrue,
remind yourself
of who I am,
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(Written at Kuala Lumpur International Airport Departure Lounge)

I feel the stares, and I see the looks.
Do they know?
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How laughable
to find myself here,
wondering all over again,
trying to supress
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Death was at my side
as I arose from my bed.
He was anxiously waiting
to make me be dead.
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It was just the way he held my hand.
That was enough for me.
There was something about my hand in his.
There still is.
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These feelings rose
from the pit of the storm.
There's nowhere to go now
and yet I'm still warm.
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The lightning came
so dark and so blue.
Nothing's the same,
nothing so true.
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Put a hand on my heart
and ease the pain.
Tell me I'll start
to heal again.
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Where is my respite
from myself and from me?
And why do I write
when I don't want to see -
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I want to in time
to be able to rhyme
about love that I gain
and not unrelenting pain.
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