The Culling Of Her Inner Circle
As she practices self love
She has culled her circle of friends
As she prefers the gift of intimacy,
Time for one on one true friendship
Offering them her love legitimacy.
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She has felt pain and heartbreak
From those she has now culled,
Practicing more self love, wisely
Gone but the hurts not yet dulled.
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Her little girl has fallen asleep inside
In an effort to escape, dull the pain,
She dreams of unicorns running free
Taking a time out to keep her sane.
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She feels the fires that are burning
Left from the dragons as they flee,
On wings of strength, gliding high
Disappointed she no longer believes.
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I watch her closely as she sits quietly
Note the beautiful madness in her eyes,
She’ll work that pain, that heartbreak
Encouraging the unicorns to fly high.
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I question her heart, can she still love
Will she shy away if intimacy forms,
She calmly states, “I’ve nothing left
But raging waters and midnight storms.”
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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