Nancy Winter Miranda Poems

With pen in hand
I set to task
to bare my soul to thee
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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.
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I am... becoming me.
Who I am meant to be.

The me who is your all,
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This feeling that's come over me,
engulfs my heart
consumes my soul.
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When the words escape me,
when nothing comes...
I oft' wonder... where do they go...
Is this the same... for some?
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Thoughts of confusion
swirl around in me,
wondering what to do.
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One solitaire soul
in a world of so many,
in search of true meaning
where there hardly is any.
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They arch into my pathway,
giving shelter from the storm.

A beauty that surrounds me
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Set free your soul,
your heart's desire,
be easy and subdued.
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Showing signs of wear and tear,
ancient times of an era gone by.

The city,
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