Curse

She knew her tongue was wild and free,
knew of times it shouldn’t be,
force like a wind propelling words forward,
when faced with uncertainty,
her defense,
strength,
gift,
curse,
blessed curse it be.

Emily©

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11 Comments Add yours

  1. percolatingpoetry says:

    Better is it to have a cursed one than a silent one. I love this, Emily!

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    1. Thank you, Alex! I agree. ☺

      Liked by 1 person

      1. percolatingpoetry says:

        You are welcome, Emily 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

      2. What happened to your blog? Taking a break?

        Liked by 1 person

      3. percolatingpoetry says:

        Private for now…. people can request access… but looking at closing it, maybe.

        Liked by 1 person

      4. Aww, well I know that’s a very personal decision, but I love your poetry. You’re very talented. I understand needing a break too.

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      5. percolatingpoetry says:

        Thank you!

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