No matter how much I put in…
How hard I did try…
Right back down
this mountain I’d slide…
I’ve climbed and
I’ve crawled…
Had faith, I believed…
How well I took life’s test
karmas from Eve…
Told myself never quit…
or never I’d gain…
Worth it this fight…
I bore all my might…
Picked thorn woven weeds
filled purely of pain…
Maybe I went too far…
Took a wrong trail or two…
Left…I am here…
Damning fate who already knew…
Foreseen was my future
she holds in her grip
same end it does seem…
Maybe my character once questionable…
Maybe my motives once unclean…
Surely she sees greatest all efforts
this queen all unseen…
I put all that was left…here…
I went out on a whim…
Judgment’s cold harshness
tears through my skin…
Stuck…in…
hells…I created…
Life battles again…
Falters and falls… seems the only win-win
this damn endings forever…
lost in the cruelest of winds…
Forever this fairy tale needs simply to end…
F—Cinderella and f—Snow White…
I’m left here alone…in fate’s cold winter’s bite.
by Jodie Lynne
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
I like the fact that you don’t stick to a strict form. Very expressive!
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Thank you. My daughter wrote this and I also liked the free style.
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Glad you liked “house divided,” Jeanne Marie. Been thinking about that quote from Lincoln recently, due to the damaging divisions in our national government. Best to you and yours.
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Best to you too!
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Thanks for liking “skin departure” and for sharing your daughter’s powerful poem, Jeanne Marie. It’s been said by smarter people than I that the root principle of narrative art lies in the wish for the return of something valued, which has been lost. Unless I’m mistaken, I sensed the energy of that principle while reading that poem. Very best to you and your talented daughter.
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Thank you. Yes we share a valuable love of writing, all of my children write and even a few of my grandkids. My mom wrote and I like to think the love of reading and writing is a positive trait we all share. Have a great day, Jeanne Marie
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I’m a little slow sometimes but after some thought I realized what you were saying. Yes, her work comes from a very deep loss and intense longing for what could have been.
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Very powerful. Sad. Beautifully written.
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Thank you. My daughter wrote it. I love when my kids write.
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