Poetry

Poem 1

My Woe

By Vanessa Harris

Living in a pool of pain so deep my feet never touch the bottom,

Always qualifying my existence but never …quite … measuring up,

What hopelessness, what sorrow?

Expecting rejection around every corner and finding it there, ready to greet me.

The love I need to receive, barricaded outside a wall I’ve built for my survival,

The love I want to give, weary of the struggle to see the light of day.

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