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Feelings Just below the surface of this ocean, Carried by the tide, Exists the stirring of emotions, Of which I have tried to hide. They surface now and then again, To be met once more by my Relentless pride and steady hand, So push them down again, I try. A show, with tears, I do believe, Is inviting weakness, in a way. To carry on and on, and grieve, Could be an art form of today. Sharing unspoken, shameful things, These feelings out, for all to hear, We feel a part and pity it brings, Though makes us vulnerable to our peers. The written word, a friend to me, Mixed with prose and poetry, Once hidden feelings, are now set free With stroke of pen, for all to see. Douglas Fletcher 12/27/2001 |
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