Paula Puddephatt Poems

filth
pure filth
invades my environment
...

No crocus or no daffodil
is ever fooling me.
There may be fresh leaves
upon the trees,
...

I fear abandonment

So much that I can't function
...

Am I still here
Am I still near to
But not there yet
Residing in the deep, dark hollow of
...

gentle chords
a broken spirit
mending
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sunlit moments
of pure love and compassion
captured forever
in the memory of the heart and soul
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thoughts
more tears

words like
resolution
closure
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immersed in these
my memories
I feel them here
in every breeze
...

initially
there is something pure
about the raw emotions
something sacred in those tears
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how do I feel
really feel
about a new start
healing my spirit
...