Softly I fall toward the ground
Gently I stand upon the soil
My true footing I have found
This is the end of my long turmoil
Despair slowly begins to evaporate
The joy and peace penetrate my heart
Here, I’m left to contemplate
The meaning behind this new start
Feelings only felt long ago
Emerge, and start to take control
Happiness, joy and never woe
Begin to repair my shredded soul
Bliss, I haven’t felt in years
It surfaces inside my mind
Accompanied by joyous tears
Lost emotions, now I find
Now I know that we can’t be
This I do accept
Now that this, I do see
Clean, my heart is swept
I can be happy now
Inside my heart, you’ll still be there
Happiness I find some how
Because, for I, you’ll always care
Now I return to my former self
The one I used to be
I take the mask back off the shelf
And don for all to see
Deep down the pain still resides
The disguise, an effective masquerade
My true despair it so well hides
Joy and peace don’t seem to fade.
All will see my exuberant self
The false person that I show
Not my genuine, unaltered self
The one that so few know.















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i was kind of surprised by the shift 7th stanza, but it made sense at the end
out of the 3 poems of yours that i read, this is my favorite
(in the 6th stanza is should say "for me" and not "for I")
Have you written any poems in french?
im glad you like it
Which others did you read if you don't mind?
hahaha no i havent im not completely bilingual and I've lost a LOT of the french i did know so i've been a tad hindered in writing a french one...though it would be a good challenege...hmmm i may just do that....
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