Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion; but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality; it is an escape from personality. But, of course only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T.S. Eliot
It is a better life I lead
By following my own path
Breaking restraints of the past
Breathing deep and letting go
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I lost you once before
You slipped through my hands
As the waves pulled me under
Salt water is stinging in my eyes
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Tossing and turning
My brain, a spider web
Unwinding thread by thread
So much I want to say, but will go unsaid
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Stumbling backwards
Into this strange new life
Picking up the pieces
One by one off the floor
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