I Have No Pretense of Pride

By / / Love, Sorrow/Defeat / One comment

Here it is
The moment you’ve all been waiting for
When devastation usurps
All previous, more pleasant forms

A finál,
the poetry of those forlorn.
I join the ranks and stand in uniform
Salute the circumstances that give depth to the void.

And wade through life,
Pulling forward with all the strength
In my knees and thighs.
Make believe this is a worthy fight
And that I’m sure to come out feeling free on the other side.

The principles of past broken hearts relied
On things like dignity, pride, and acting like things are fine.
I am not that lie.
I am not so disconnected.
I am not so self-assured.
I am not defensive
I am too deeply hurt.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

One comment

  1. sylviamccabe
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    Reblogged this on sylviamccabe and commented:
    go public, your writing is Pulitzer worthy

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