cheryl davis miller

Rookie - 12 Points (2/26/57 / America)

Freed - Poem by cheryl davis miller

If I could find a place to dwell
where I'd no more be found,
I run to that most blessed place;
let quietness abound.

There in that precious place of peace
where no eyes look on me,
no more the shame of failure's weight;
I would at last be free.

Free from all man's expectancy;
and judgement of the same.
Freed from my lack of self-esteem
and constant sense of blame.

There I would hide and celebrate
no more to suffer shame.
To live free of that hurtful voice;
my silence overcame.

c.d.m.4/18/14


Comments about Freed by cheryl davis miller

  • Gold Star - 9,410 Points Mr. Nobody (4/19/2014 6:56:00 PM)

    Very well written!
    May you find the peace you desire! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014



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