the part that is peace within myself is a
tiny girl humming bird
here and there can’t stop for air
i’m not prepared to answer why
i can only sing at the bottom of my lungs
so high so high that no one can hear
the sky and the flowers don’t deserve another
song of sorrow and hurt to add to the menu
of those souls who are caged in their own
stories of struggle torture and pain
nor do i know when i will stop fluttering about
looking for somewhere to rest my thoughts and calm
my fears of getting caught in the nets
of monsters
words less spoken 
And she does it again, word dance.
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✌💓
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Beautifully written.
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Thanks, Chris ❤✌
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You are a woman fighter and a woman of power.
Your words are powerful and from the heart.
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Thanks Charlie 🙂
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You’re most welcome my friend. 🙂
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The last line is the truth for many of us– thanks for writing this beautiful poem with your heart.
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You’re very welcome, Kathy and thanks for reading and visiting ❤✌🙂
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May I publish on Brave and Reckless?
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I’m an idiot! You had already given permission. How would you like your name to appear?
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No worries. My name is Marisela Brazfield 🙂
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