Sharmila Martin Poems

All of the men in my life have given me a ticket on the same flight
of life in plight. What a fool I am to accept the men with no love in them. The vacation I tend with all of the men that I always defend
even after we end, what a fool I am to always pretend that my loving them would change anything about my treatment by them.
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Today I asked myself a question again. At my age do I have enough life in me to begin again? And the questions just kept flowing from my mind to my hearts end. Do you know where to go from here? And to no end all this feelings began to fill me secreting sorrow that maybe tomorrow I will fail with more sorrow then the days that followed.

How is it that no progress is met with more support than the knowledge that to begin is to hopefully meet at some end for which was only your journey alone to begin. Oh but the truth transcends that a possible failure on your part may lend more bends in your life's roads before it ends. I know now looking back as the words I write down whisper to my ears what a fool I have been.
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Today I say that sadness cannot play not with my mind or my heart. No shall I say to sadness not today for my heart is at play with no need for the seed and or misdeed of sadness today. I say this with glee I am happy with being me and no way can sadness take anymore joy from me. I from my head to my feet am filled with such glee that I must say with immediate need that I am glad that sadness has let me be.

For every part of me is shouting oh how happy I am with every part of me. So I say this with a great need to expose my joy that I cannot misplace the moment that sadness left my life's race. For now sadness takes no place in my life's race I am keeping pace with joy & glee & for at least today sadness will take no part of me...
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When he looked at me and said 'I want you in that way, '
I wasn't sure what to say for I didn't feel that way. What did
he expect me to do? Was I to roll out the carpet and submit
to his will or could I truly tell him how I feel? As my mind began
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Afraid am I everday that I look into the mirror
knowing that another piece of me has died.
And forgotton is she the person they see is
not me but a shadow they reflect on me.
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Today, tomorrow, yesterday & back again.
As it is, is as it always should be. Where do
these beliefs that bellow from my present,
past & future self ricochet from?
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Oh my what is that I see but a open window before me.
As I pass I couldn't help but to see the open window for
all to see.
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I thought my life was blue untill I found you.
Now all day long my heart sings a song of only
Loving you. Are you true do my eye's really see you.
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