Thoughts of One Woman, As She Reads Her Own Mind
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SHE, HER TINY BITS AND PIECES
SHE IS WARM, YET COLD AS ICE
SHE IS DARKNESS, WITH AN INNER LIGHT
SHE IS SEEN BY MANY EYES
YET SHE IS HIDDEN, PROTECTED
UNDER HEAVY LOCK, SHE HOLDS HER SECRETS
AND VERY FEW ARE ALLOWED A KEY
SHE IS LIKE A DANCING COBRA
BEAUTIFUL, HYPNOTIC
BUT UNDERNEATH THE BEAUTY, SHE IS POISON
SHE IS LIKE THE CAT, SOFT, SENSUAL
AND LIKE THE CAT
SHE HAS A SHARPNESS
IT MAKES YOU AFRAID TO TOUCH HER
SHE CAN SOAR LIKE AN EAGLE
BUT STAYS GROUNDED, FOR SHE FEARS FALLING
SHE HAS TEARS
SHE HAS SMILES
SHE HAS AN INNER STRENGTH
SHE HAS AN INNER FEAR
SHE LOVES TO BE HELD
SHE LOVES TO HOLD
SHE PLAYS THE ROLE OF THE GIVER
AS WELL AS THE TAKER
BUT WHEN SHE TAKES
SHE WANTS YOUR SOUL
SHE IS EASY TO SATISFY
BUT IS NEVER SATISFIED
SHE LOOKS IN THE MIRROR
SHE SEES MANY FACES
JOY
PAIN
LOVE
RAGE
PASSION
AGGRESSION
SO MANY FACES IN THE MIRROR SHE SEES
AND ALL THE FACES IN THE MIRROR SHE SEES
SHE ADMITS TO HERSELF, THEY ARE ME........
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About the Book
Thoughts Of One Woman, As She Reads Her Own Mind is a collection of poetry that was written to touch a part of every woman. All of us feel and live things in our lives that we think we deal with alone, not realizing that there are others who feel the same.
I hope that this book will help others see that there is someone else out there who knows and understands how they feel.
Please enjoy.
About the Author
I was born in a small town in Tennessee on December 5, 1962. The middle child in a family of five kids, I was a bit of a free thinker, but at the same time, as normal as most children. My parents (both still living and I thank God every day for that) raised us very well and gave us the love and discipline that we needed to become strong, family-oriented adults.
As a young girl, I found writing to be an outlet for me. Being a middle child is not that easy. I was not much for crying on anyone's shoulder and I was always a bit of a loner. Therefore, I wrote my feelings much better than expressing them vocally. If my memory serves me correctly, I think I started writing poems around the age of 14. My favorite poet at that time was Edgar Allen Poe, only because his work was the first poetry that I actually felt. You could see his pain in his words and to me the writer, as well as the reader, should feel poetry.
Now at the age of 36, married 17 years to a wonderful man that loves and supports me 100 percent, and with two daughters of my own, I write most of the time for my own pleasure and relaxation. The content has changed in many ways from when I was a child, but the basis of my work remains the same. I write what I live, feel, and see.