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Idiom of a Reflective Soul

Updated on July 30, 2012

From the outside looking in

Tell me, where should I begin?

Stifled dreams, left not to follow

Inside feeling low and hollow

Lost without the possibility

Of yesterday and tomorrow



Three years now have come to pass

Somehow I knew it would never last

Drowning in your sea of lies

Now I see through your disguise



Misguided fool left in the dust

Broken are the chains of trust

Moving forward, now I grow

Never again to feel this low

It broke me down but made me see

You have no power over me



My mind is free, no longer blurred

By everything that was obscured

By blinded love that I once found

With no base of something sound

Only pretty words and promises faded

Leaving our “life” something jaded


I have no fear or regret

For expectations never met

In the end it made me see

Something worthwhile inside of me

I know not to settle for anything more

Than someone who knows I’m worth fighting for


© Bethany Vine, 2012


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      DREAM ON 2 years ago

      Digging deep into the pain and sadness. I followed your words and traveled through each emotion. Heart broken and moving on. I enjoyed this poem very much.

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      BethanyLynn211 5 years ago from Bangor, Pa

      Thank you Diana I do the same with my poetry. I feel it is the best way to sort through thoughts and emotions.

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      BethanyLynn211 5 years ago from Bangor, Pa

      Thank you Love =]

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      LeahMia8911 5 years ago

      Amazing as always love :)

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      Diana L Pierce 5 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      This is a very deep chain of thoughts. Misery often makes the best poetry. It does help to release emotions writing poems. I've calmed both grief and heartache by writing poetry. This is a good one.