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Taressa Dunham Poems
I gave up my chance to let them fall I gave up my chance to be free of their burden Now i sit here, trying to cry those old tears My eyes sting
Who is the Girl in the Mirror?
That can't be me- The girl in the mirror. But she has my hair, my mouth, my rosy cheeks. The only differences are her eyes.. And the blood.
My mask is there to hide me And also to show what I will not. The red is for the violence my life has been privy to,
Some think of 'direction' as a big word with many letters. It is, but not how they might think. It is a big, powerful word. Think of it as the directions of life.
The monster is fighting me From the inside Tearing at the seams And doing anything to get out
The Old Me
Painful dreams Dark, scary nights. Blankets wrapped around my ankles Like hands of steel set on never letting go.
Why I Love You
You hold my hand Just as you hold my heart You're nice to me Nicer than the others.
Comments about Taressa Dunham
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I gave up my chance to let them fall
I gave up my chance to be free of their burden
Now i sit here, trying to cry those old tears
My eyes sting
Because of the tears pushing to be shed
But its my fault, so feel free to blame me.
When it was their time to wet my cheeks,
Their time to fall from my eyes,
I sucked it up and looked the other way
Because i knew that if i did,
If i turned my back and acted stronger than i was,
The unshed tears would be forced back behind the dam
The dam that will not break, cannot break-
Because if it does, i will be ...