My Secret Collection

A Poem

Stormy Rayne
I have a collection
Of unwanted things
Dark dismal sadness
That life often brings.

A secret collection
I keep locked away.
Branding my soul
with tapes that I play.

Thoughts self defeating
and emptiness vast.
My worthless collection
of memories past.

For too many years
I relied on these things.
I no longer need them
I've mended my wings.

Too heavy to carry
As I fly away
My collection discarded
I'm finally okay.

Published by Stormy Rayne

I write in order to say all the things in life that I can't say out loud. At times it is much easier to explain emotions in written form than verbal. Writing has been my release since I was about 11 and con...  View profile

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  • Philip Theibert12/11/2010

    Very emotional poem

  • Wiley Vaughn6/5/2010

    Whatever the problem was, sounds like you're a fighter and got through it ok!

  • Han Van Meegerin4/19/2010

    Terrific, I am glad that you are on your way again.

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky3/30/2010

    Good poem.

  • Sondra C3/26/2010

    Wonderful. I write poetry also, to get things out of my system. When you have a chance you might want to read them. I also am adding you to my friends. I wan to know when you write again. Loved it.

  • Lorraine Yapps Cohen3/26/2010

    Move on. Move on. Move on in the confidence of the current moment. You've earned it.

  • JerseyNana3/26/2010

    Laura, so glad you are back, I truly missed you. Glad you got rid of those burdens!! Love ya!!!!!!!!!

  • Dan Reveal3/26/2010

    I really love this.."I'm finally okay" Being okay is good enough, isn't it? Love your poem!!

  • R. K. LoBello3/26/2010

    What a great poem...love the attitude in it.

  • Sunshine Wilson3/26/2010

    I enjoyed this poem

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