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Patricia Etienne, 30 grudnia 2011

~I Bid You Adieu~

I'm eagerly awaiting this last wish

My eyelids flutter each time, sun light slope on earth

Asking when will that moment be?

To just uncover the repressed feelings

That seem to lessen my joy

But until I see you then for just one last

To explain your empty promises

To respond to all unanswered questions

To put to rest the unfinished business of our time spent

I shall continue to influence by this emotional feeling "leftover"

…Nonetheless

On second thought

I'm no more going to show excessive smiles to conceal my sadness

Crying on my pillow, I'm no more

…Or fantasizing

I'm to release the butterflies

…I'm to

Ache from no past feelings

To free my thoughts of all past ordeals

To paw on the ashes of my past burdens

…Yearning last wish

I'm dashing now

…This heavy energy is now resolved

Awaiting no more

I'm vulture bliss.

© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne

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Patricia Etienne, 28 grudnia 2011

Time

We don't have time'
Time has us

Though I wish
Like
anyone else
To grab a hold of time
Just to mingle and dwell

Yet
the day passes so fast
That it's already tomorrow,
Still we beg and
plead for
Time to borrow

Still surprise on how the sun has gone'

Our shocked and amaze will never be done

Time is a comedian, first
fast then slow
Because on boring days the day will never go

So spend
time wisely if you must,
We don't have time'
Time has us

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Patricia Etienne, 26 grudnia 2011

Gone With Her

Then:

          They bullied me,

Made me feel much smaller than what I really was,

Not knowing How to deal with pain I kept inside.

Woe is me

As I cried in grief

Staring at myself

Laying still

As I wish the minutes would be

But twos not

After:

          They made me feel low.

          Called me ugly

          And stepped on every ounce of confidence I had stored.

          Like thieving pirates searching for my sacred treasure,

          They found my self-esteem and took from me.

          The priest said a prayer and placed me to rest.

          My friends and family all shed their tears.

Now:

          I did it! I dealt with her.

Her blood falls on my hands,

But a problem she is to me no more.

They teased and bothered both her and me so much

That I came to a point where I killed myself

I have committed suicide.

The greatest act I have ever done.

I killed her low self-esteem,

Her below zero confidence

And her tradition of crying

But I live,

Proud of myself

And of who I am.

No longer obliged

To the comments they make of me

Or the opinions they have.

For I have committed suicide to her.

Note From author:

This piece of writing is dedicated to all of those who have survived
bullies, who have been teased, who have accepted themselves for
who they are, and learned to get rid of their low self esteem.

So Please keep on fighting!

© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne

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Patricia Etienne, 26 grudnia 2011

When Depression Climbs up the Wall

~~1~~

Down and under

Below black skies

Heavy clouds follow

As though with legs

Clomping the air road

Striving to escape as always try

But…

Down and under

Rain water burns

~~2~~

Down and under

Where light is gloomed

Each step forward

Is found to go backward

Exhale a heavy cry

Who's there to hear

Only…

the voice echoing

The woods to sink down deeper

~~3~~

Down and under

Shoulders shrug down

Sleepy eyes unable to open

Within the four walls

Darkness is glorified

Light becomes the intimate enemy

Only…

Sweet taste commands the stomach walls

Marriage is made with the fluffy blanket

~~4~~

Down and under

Does not rhyme with shine

Snow cascade from skies to heart

Unable to reason or to smile

Tearful eyes relieve pain

Feelings of worthless invade soul

Now…

Suicidal thoughts take over Grim's weapon

Deep feet under makes the last move

Note from Author:

Depression is a serious disease. Allow yourself to see the symptoms and be proactive

© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne

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Patricia Etienne, 26 grudnia 2011

Am I a Conniver?

For so I am a woman

All fingers are pointing at me

All eyes are fixating on me

All verdicts are going against me

For what reason ever be

Who has the right?

Who has the right to think that way?

My question is yet to answer

~~``~~

For so I am a woman

It's like a stigma

I am viewed like a rotten apple

A libertine, thinking by many

For what so ever reason

Who has the right?

Who has the right to feel that way?

My question is yet to answer.

~~``~~

Indeed I am a woman

I am perturbed,

Prosecuted,

laughed at,

Damaged,

Minimized,

Pushed aside,

I long carry the world's burdens on my back.

~~``~~

For all I know

I am a woman

From Eve

Pass down the curse

Begins far, so far back

In the ancient epoch

Time of B.C.

When the pleasing to the eyes fruit got bitten

Then sins take nascence

I come to be the conniver

~~``~~

Alright I am a woman

Through childbirth

I hollow

I agonize

I encounter,

Pain beyond the word imagination

I pay my penance

Am I still a conniver?

~~``~~

He the superior of all lawyers

He makes all the laws

And he who has the right

To give all the rights;

Has already given me,

My rights

I am a woman

I am at my own free will.

© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne

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