Reena Marie Poems

I've become a footnote
in the margins of your attention,
my words hover like dust
between us—unwelcome, uncertain.
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I am a collection of maybes,
a breathing question mark,
wondering if my edges
are too sharp or too soft
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In just a handful of sunsets and dawns,
Your mask began its inevitable slip.
What first appeared as kindness spawns
Reveals itself with each careless lip.
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For ten years, I swallowed his words whole—
bitter pills that dissolved into my bloodstream,
became the voice that woke me each morning,
whispering I was nothing, would be nothing.
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I am learning how to heal
but no one told me
it would feel like walking
through a house with no lights,
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In shadows where his words took root,
'You'll amount to nothing, ' he would say,
Prophecies of failure, absolute,
While mother turned her gaze away.
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Your silence speaks volumes, a language of pain,
Of winters survived, of weathered refrain,
I stand at the threshold of your guarded heart,
Knowing healing begins with the gentlest start.
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You are the language my heart speaks
before words have formed,
the silence between heartbeats
where everything meaningful lives.
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Bent but not broken,
you rise like a sunflower
after the storm has passed—
roots deeper than the wind's memory,
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