Am with my jotter pad sitting across the table staring at it blankly bitting the tip of my pen trying to conjure beautiful words to please anyone who 'd bother to come by poetic parth..
l'd always wondered why I had to get teary to write a poem...
sometimes it seems everything I do evokes fury..
those lazy days are gone indeed..
listening and taking responsibility are lessons we sit to learn each day..
I doubt am doing great sometimes crying , hiding, and waiting till someone calls me out willingly is what I can't help but do am human ain't l..
l can see the aches on ma's face when she talks to me..
pa is vanishing gradually from our memories..
I hope it's ok to be tired..
©francisca
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