One decided
to know inside,
not hide it.
Broke down,
oh, why talk now?
Oh still, sleep still, proud, afraid.
Don't hide rejected.
The people expected it anymore.
Home now,
by a new world on your own,
still little, afraid to hide,
afraid love will slip away brave.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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