Shalia Robinson Poems

Clinged…
To this relationship fling.
When I know I should think.
Instead of being labeled a thing.
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I want to become a writer, because I have a voice.
Because I have a voice, I can give someone a choice.
To believe and to have a dream, just that hope and faith to achieve.
Then once they seek, then shall they receive.
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Hand to String...
String to Hand...
Creator to Man...
Following only his demands.
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The Consumption of my Rejection


Lonely.
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I just want to breathe again
Live again
Letting go of all this fear that lies within.
Tired of being honest and wondering if your all is being given
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Dealing with the pressures of life
Even the cares of life.
Going through pain and stife
Trying to put up a fight.
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'The light' where is it?
Almost like me being in a well with no life left
Just there to sit
In the dark filthy pits
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Fog....
Pearl white mist...
The wind blows and the tree sways
Eyes open looking to find my way
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The reason for my tears is because of how I feel.
For what I feel is so real.
That it is so hard to deal.
This is why I cry.
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Rejected....
Disconnected....
Alone....
Being on my own....
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