Linda Adams

author’s cupcake at the time of writing poem

as a child, i never thought twice
an ultimate pleasure
relished without guilt
then came my 20s
‘don’t look’ ‘don’t touch’
my inner voice chimed
one bite never enough

then came my surgeries
deaths and a virus
both unrelated and not
i met my third baby
and i wanted to remember the joy
of being…

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no need for patience
none accepted here
too many mirrors
and absence of fear
logic is your foe
envy, your friend
what comes too easy
eventually will end
ask the questions
speak up out loud
sight of red flag
then don’t be proud
trust is a vitrue
honesty, a gem
no reciprocation
means not a good friend
recently woke
loose foreign words
what someone meant
was not…

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my voice drowned in the hustle of people and christmas lights
wandering in a lost town far from my heart’s desire
misunderstood reflection of a foggy brain
alcohol induced emotions concocted from a fooled mind
raw as my face on a stiff winter’s morning
uninvited stillness coated my bare skin
i surrendered to a familiar…

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not just a chore
but what the heart wills
rhythm and rhyme
moments that fill
taking in life
embracing the grace
wanting to feel
skin and my face
longing for simple
true and divine
lips that will last
linger like wine
mystery and want
all that we seek
trying to survive
honor and keep
wishes we hold
soaring like wind
touch that will…

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fame isn’t easy, neither is life

scared to let go
scared to let in
confused about life
confused about sin
decisions to make
choices to choose
logged into space
where lies no news
absence of eyes
empty of grace
wishes that fade
lines on my face
seeking revenge
hunger for life
once not removed
chances are twice
longing for peace
creation of mind
hoping to win
all that i find
it is what is so
time…

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will always wonder
like a puzzle unsolved
unheard prayer
math problem without an equation
occurrence without its rhyme
time lost to unseen incidents
a car without gas
a heart without its soul
i will never know

Linda Adams ~ 2021

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i miss writing
i miss the safety of words, the non-existing harness of soul releasing
the ability to be free and obtain freedom in words
to catch my breath and know i am in a safe space
to be alone by choice because writing allows you the time to be true
this…

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