Nan Sikora

Nan Sikora Poems

This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
...

When self doubt is harbored there...
my mind is a terrible place.

When the pain of love is a deep scar...
...

Darkness is the place
where fear dwells best...
It reaches into the very
corners of my existence.
...

Deep within the realm of fear...
lies a great vast reef of infinite depth.
A place where loneliness abides within...
where tortured pain is writhed within the fear.
...

Thinking back, if only for an instant,
pondering the words that were there a moment ago...
if they are not captured as freely as they flow,
they are no longer there.
...

Come to terms,
get a grip.

Can the heart
...

7.

With pen in hand
I set to task
to bare my soul to thee.
A lifetime in a word or two
...

My soul is in bleak sadness... the feeling is low...
my soul is in bleak sadness... what can I bestow...

My mind is an utterly blank canvas...
...

Nan Sikora Biography

I've changed my name to read Nancy Winter-Miranda, and have been moving my poems to a new home. So new poems are to be found under this name.)

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Second Hand Love

This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
perhaps better moments
can make me feel new
make me feel loved
make me feel.....

When love comes my way
the next time around,
I won't feel like I'm last,
won't feel second hand.

Not to be used and abused
I need to feel I am the one.
One who can love and be loved,
from beginning to end.

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