I love to swim at the shallow end of the ocean
Away from being in the political limelight
The more I avoid fight for what is right
The more I drown in social unfairness
I stay were the water is shallow
To avoid confrontation
I write about topics that does not
Hurt anyone else but neutral topics
To stay off radar
I do fight behind the scene
Support someone’s political stand, I truly believe in
I never leave my boat of safety only when it’s in the shallow end
I fear when I get in to deep, I will be in a point of no return
I fear the rebel within me. The power I keep under control.
I substain my shallowness, I stay out of the matrix.
People will try to make you conform to what they feel is right
Where do you stand? Is it all right ? You don’t have to answer to anyone
but
yourself .
I really like to be a wallflower, that’s like someone’s secret
godmother fairy .
The shallow complexity
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Mariann Carroll
Proactive for positive change.Born in the City of Chicago ,Illinois.
Multi race .Studied in a foreign country .Fluent in several languages .
fascinated by diversity.A Romantic and a dreamer.Interest in healthy living
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My ambitious maw couldn't keep me warm anymore. You were the wolfhound that kept attacking it to sustain yourself. Everything you could steal, you did no matter how insignificant. You siphoned my life in small increments in order to achieve a sense of regularity. It was all for appearance's sake. You were the rat king my tail kept getting attached to. I would scurry away but all to no avail. I wallowed in compromise and misery in an attempt to be less for you. I was driven but you were threatened by anything resembling intelligence. You loved me being incomplete. I pretended to be deaf so you could speak for me. I chose silence so you could choose for me instead. I learned to surrender because you felt some desperate need to be in command. My opinion of you continued to shrink. You were never the almighty one you convinced yourself you were. It's amazing how fragile your masculinity was so you had to take my dignity to supplement. I was the undead carcass you kept feeding on. You couldn't find your own food source so you used me for your appetite. You refused to find shelter so I became your haven at the expense of myself. You somehow always knew better, it seemed. Like there was written proof somewhere out there in the cosmos that you were the superior one. I was the deluded victim you had to subjugate and keep isolated. You made it your life's mission to devalue me. You did everything to justify your abusive and callous behavior. You were always my biggest disappointment, You made sure I didn't deserve better. I had to worship you because you lived off of recognition. I was kept hostage for 15 years while you remained drunk off of my tears. I was the aberration I sought but could never enforce. You were the unwelcome savior that felt compelled to trap me. I was held captive and was forced to enjoy it. I soared beyond your limitations but you punished me for that. My entropy was at always at your mercy. You wanted me at my lowest, at absolute zero. My energy was at your disposal. I was a dedicated zombie that couldn't breathe without your permission. I was forever caught in your perpetual undertow. What would it mean to prosper? What would it feel like to reclaim my power? I was the walking dead you feared would rise against you one day. I wasn't willing to join you at your subterranean level. My melancholy is no longer my friend. I have slowly ascended to the height I always pictured myself achieving. My endeavors refuse to be frigid and tepid. You are banished to the frozen exteriors of my mind. Where polar ice and bleak extremities knew me so well. I was once at absolute zero. I was a former version of myself you kept hidden for fear of losing to. I'm not who I used to be. I am allowed to evolve beyond arctic cold. I'm thawing out, slowly but surely. The temperature is rising and so am I. My heat obliterated you because you kept stripping me of it. I was a motionless entity, encased in marble glacier, a reminder of all that I had dreamt of. Those dreams have returned. They have bestowed their value unto me once more. I'm not your captive anymore. I've been diminished long enough. Go be one with your beloved entropy. My energy cannot be destroyed nor removed anymore. You have no more influence over me anymore
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Wow amazing ❤️ Check mine
So much meaning behind this poem. Well said ❤️
The wallflower is insecurity for me. Half of me is that flower, the other half fights hard to be seen. Being seen makes one feel naked and alarmed. This is def speaking for me and to me. I get it completely. 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅. Let the inhibitions fly free.
Awesome!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕
Nicely done.
I always try to make my posts upbeat, there are the odd ones that are a little sad, but I have so many of that sort that I just trash, I always try and put a smile on people's faces. Love your words
I feel the same most days… then, there are days I can’t keep quiet, causing ripples. Great poem.
Amazing writing… I like the lines within this piece❤️💯‼️
I too like the safety of the shallow end my friend. Nicely penned 😊
The shallow end feels safer, but still requires negotiating great social complexities. And often it's in the shallow end that the greatest abuses become known & stands taken.