Just an observer,
Taking sides in my head
But not out loud.
Even when it turned personal.
Even when I, somehow, got pulled in.
Even when everyone else let it go.
I'm still holding my tongue.
I wasn't even part of the argument,
Just an observer, Taking sides in my head But not out loud. Even when it turned personal. Even when I, somehow, got pulled in. Even when everyone else let it go. I'm still holding my tongue.
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3/3/2017 11:50:38 pm
I just find it astounding how, even with just 8 lines, so many feelings can still come through. I was thinking of trying my hand at poetry tonight, but wasn't sure how I felt about it. But after reading your post, I'm going to give it a try. I'm sorry this argument sucked you in...in more ways than one (the idea that everyone else let it go, but perhaps, not you). Thank you for sharing!
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3/4/2017 08:05:49 am
I am always a fan of poetry and seeing how you've expressed such a wide range of emotions and images in a few lines really speaks to the power of the form.
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Amanda Regan
3/4/2017 12:15:14 pm
I love your poem. I can feel the feelings that lingered even after the argument had ended and everyone else had moved on. I, too, often find myself holding my tongue. I'm not always certain that it's the right thing to do.
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