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muse-by-melissa · 3 years
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I published my first book!  It’s a collection of poems that chronicle a young woman’s journey through heartbreak and self-doubt.  Any and all support is much appreciated :)
https://www.amazon.com/Chrysalis-Poems-Struggle-Reflection-Rebirth/dp/B08PJWJRZ8/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=chrysalis+poetry&qid=1607289736&sr=8-2
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muse-by-melissa · 4 years
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You introduced me to myself. And so I choose to thank you - for the chaos, the confusion, and the crippling self doubt. Every battle with you was a struggle to survive. So I turned inside. And within I found a warrior.
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muse-by-melissa · 4 years
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Lost
Sometimes I feel lost. Most of the time, actually. Not lost like I need a GPS. Lost like I don’t have a clue where I’m going. How do you know which way to travel when you don’t know what you’re looking for?
Tolkien said that not all who wander are lost. And that’s true, I suppose. But some are. You pass us - the lost - every day. Sure, we smile. But take a look into our eyes, if you dare, and see what lies beneath. We are broken dreams. We are souls without a home. We are what’s left of a story gone wrong.
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muse-by-melissa · 4 years
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Stripped
like the Oak in winter.
Numb inside,
too barren her eyes,
a mind on mute,
her voice gone dry.
But outside
the wind wails.
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muse-by-melissa · 4 years
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Slow
calculating
cuts.
Skin will be bled
shades of red
tears of a girl
unable to shed.
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muse-by-melissa · 5 years
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Four homes,
three cities,
two states,
and a day
haunted
by the laughter
and love
we once made.
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muse-by-melissa · 5 years
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Down the street strolling,
popped a few and rolling
hard
so she disregards
fire catching flame
in a psyche so starved.
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muse-by-melissa · 5 years
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Waiting,
lungs full of yesterday's last breath,
for the bridge
that she burned
to come back.
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muse-by-melissa · 5 years
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Buried
under the weight
of a hundred insults,
a thousand bruises,
a million attacks,
the seed she planted
long ago
still lives,
still searching
for the sun.
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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Her favorite cafe
on the corner of Nostalgia and New Life
where morning's possibilities are poured in mugs
and dreams of the night are poured in pen.
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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How could I find my voice... when even my shouts were silence to you.
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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Five years
of tears,
resentment,
anger,
written in verse -
a thousand pages
saged
and burned,
embers
of a story
set free.
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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#MeToo
She was the one next door,
the girl with the locker next to yours,
so close
you must have seen
the way her eyes seemed to bleed
a wordless story about the day
she was touched on her leg...
...and now the red runs again,
each track mark
a tattoo
on hushed skin.
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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Who is this girl
alone in the mirror,
ravaged by fear,
doubt,
desperate to get out
to shatter
the roof
that holds her down.
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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Another new year,
a calendar of days
that stretches for miles,
life's landscapes yet to be paved,
a story
only just begun.
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muse-by-melissa · 6 years
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Our love
once alive
lay buried inside
the space
between
each line.
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