we are all vulnerable inside


Being me

When in quiet and alone
I am bounded by thoughts
of you and children
And an odd whistle
Of the security guard
Posted outside the
Apartments
I am a sure woman
With no pesky
Pain about a swindling
Husband
An ailing child
Or the sick feel of
Death waiting at
The door
Only love drives
My days
But hidden like
A Joey in its
Mother's pouch
Are my fears
Of losing my
Treasured
Connections


I am a dainty
Pink, furless soul
Don't unlove me
I will wither away!




Poetry by Neelima
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Written on 2012-03-15 at 14:23

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anoop.m.r
Loved this Neels

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2017-03-13


Amy Valentina
So Simple and yet so profound...
Enjoyed reading it.

LOL,
Amy
2012-03-15