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Geraint Rowland

Pushed down


Almost forgotten


I found her one summer afternoon

Timidly peering out through the cobwebs of my soul


Even after all these months, she only speaks in complete stillness.

Silencing Sybil is a feat worthy of attempting.

For when she knows it’s safe, only then will she emerge.


Her words tumble softly over the desolate wasteland

Warmth floods the lands bringing healing and life

Her pain dissipates in the light


She grows stronger

She is the girl lost in years gone by

She is me



    • Thanks! Not a poet by any stretch of the imagination – just getting outside of my comfort zone. Was googling, “afraid to write poetry,” and wondering why in the world I signed up for a poetry class in a subconscious effort to avoid doing the lesson. Come to think of it – exactly what I’m doing right now – reading other blogs and replying when I’m supposed to be writing Day 2 lesson.

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