No Tears… Walking down a crowded street, The sound of my crutches hit concrete, I will never give in and claim defeat…. There are always people glancing my way. I wonder what happened? They'd say… I hear whispers, so young and pretty, Oh my… Isn't it such a pity? I keep on walking, head held high. A smile in place, from me they will hear no sigh. In public no tears appear on my face, Always a smile, a tear...Not a trace.... I'm me! I'm me! I want to say But I won't give my pride away The 'way' I walk is not 'who' I am My head held high I start again No one will know how much I feel defeat, When I'm walking with my dragging feet. At night when I lay me down to sleep... My pillow and I feel the stream of tears, But only God and I know my deep fears. Copyright© Cynthia Miller 2000
Reason for writing:
This poem is about me...it took me a long time to be able to
write about how I feel.
Birth sign: Pisces
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