“Hidden Wide Open”

the voice of my tears
ready to fight
wanting to cower
one after another
rolling down my cheeks
making a mess on my face

no one knows
others have left
just me

been there
done that
reminded again

I’m stronger than I think
but sometimes think past my strength
and become weakened

more tears

I wish I could hide this poem
but my heart won’t let me
I wish I could run to Texas
but my place is here and now

to prepare for the convention
and BE love for every encounter

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