I just endure
she says blithely to an empty room, testing the sound before she writes it down.
Invisible injuries, intimate betrayals hurt
like the physical searing, nestled-in lingering pain of broken bones
Will her legacy be a lifetime of word craft or days misspent on the whiny tidbits
tucked in that lonely smart girl’s diary?
I just endure
she says hopefully in the darkened room
wearing the words like a blanket
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Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at Examiner.com, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.
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