Breathe

Breathe, I tell myself to breathe
I can’t afford to cry
In front of those who don’t know
The reason why

I lie

About how I feel.

Please don’t be real
Be a figment of my dreams
Don’t have a face

I lie

About what I see
Blinded by the chaos of this city.

 

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

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11 Comments

  1. NJ says:

    Oh dear! After reading memories, I read this and all I want to do is send tons of hugs across ❤ ❤

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    1. michnavs says:

      Hoping to catch up..thanks so much..😊

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  2. Davy D says:

    Beautiful poem Mich 🙂

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    1. michnavs says:

      Thank you so much🤓

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  3. Lying to ourselves can be a form of self preservation; especially if the truth is too devastating to face. Powerful poem. ❤️

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    1. michnavs says:

      That is so true..☺☺

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  4. This was deep.. And I doubt there are many who have not lied to themselves .. ❤ the courage is in facing the truth and taking off the masks worn. ❤ xxx

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    1. michnavs says:

      Yes Sue..we have to have the courage to take off or masks when the right time comes

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      1. And we will and do.. 🙂 xxx

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  5. mandibelle16 says:

    So sad she cannot cry? Or she is and she’s lying. So sad she is blinded by the city lights and the person she wonders why, does not see her.

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    1. michnavs says:

      Oohhhh..you enunciate it so well mandy…thanks

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