Redux
cut flowers
damaged to project perfection
eventually, they’ll die
it’s not natural to live in glass
we were both cut in youth
damaged to project perfection
outside showed one thing
inside was a mess
both of us broken people
trying to get it right
hard knocks
every one a lesson
forced smiles
pressured lives
hard to bloom
when defeat is all you know
Originally posted 11/26/2018 on I Write Her.

Great poem!
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Very powerful a poem!!
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Lived experiences are the most powerful. Thanks, Val!
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Wow! So true, Susi!
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<3 Thank you so much, Eugenia!
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My pleasure, Susi!
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This is a very moving poem. So much truth in your words
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<3 Appreciate it, Sadje!
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