Speak my truth
By jennifer
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Speak my truth (7th November, 2010)
Strange, the things we learn through other people’s eyes:
We reflect each new-lived moment of our lives
With opened hearts, expanded souls and widened minds,
And how you see me seems to matter more as time unwinds.
We devour the tarmac miles with rubber souls,
Lives in other people’s hands and under their controls.
Don’t make this Sunday Bloody Sunday on the sunshine road,
For I do not yet know myself enough to let this go.
Coffee plugs the holes we dug last night in our discoveries.
As years flow by, mornings after transmute into recoveries,
Singing with the music men under cloud-strewn skies,
The tiniest details, we weave into the fabric of our times.
If life’s a journey, we define it by the smallest steps.
I know myself not well enough to want it halted yet.
Spread my unfolded wings, I find myself re-launched:
Creative springs well, the future beckons, welcomes, daunts.
The more I know myself, the less I wish to hide.
Take each newfound element and show it to the light.
I’ll bring more words to the world before I’m through,
I’ll bring more words, and one day, speak my truth to you.
Jennifer Pickup
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`Coffee plugs the holes we
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Really enjoyed this too - I
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A work that can read again
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new Jennifer Well done on
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new Jennifer Thanks reply I
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A really engaging poem full
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Hi Jennifer, finally came
TVR
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Great to see some more
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Good to see you back with a
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