Words Hurt

Words Hurt short poem

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Achieving this dream
Of words
That consist of destroying
My inner storm
And
Opening old wounds
The lingering of pain
As if salt was just poured

Achieving this dream
Would mean saying my goodbye’s
To the ones I loved the most
The ones who hated me
Deeper the wound
The harder the fall

Achieving this dream
By
Peeling back the hidden past
To only face the future
Of futuristic dreams
By
Taking this pen
&
Writing a rhyme

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JAnn Bowers

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+ JAnn is an award-winning poet. She has written poetry for all ages. Her poetry pertains mostly to love and life issues. She is in the process of writing her next poetry book and her memoir. She has experience in academic writing on all subjects which earn her great respect among her colleagues and professors.+ JAnn is a member of Double Decker Books where her books have been promoted successfully in the past by KayCee K. Wingfield. JAnn was voted poet of the year for 2015 & 2016 by Double Decker Books. JAnn has self-published several poetry books in her past that are now out of publications. Anyone who wishes to read her past work must contact her directly via Social Media.+ JAnn is a strong supporter and advocate in her spare time for Autism Awareness for her disabled son. She is a lover of the 80’s music scene and spends her time listening to random songs from her childhood while she writes. She is also a yogi. She finds comfort in meditating to release the anxiety and daily stress. She is a major coffee drinker and she believes the power of her pen and paper should not be tampered with.
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