Told by many, never introduced with much ease.
Complete with features,
of fractured bliss.
Yet this Angel, Flower, and Queen, will always eagerly, insist.
A thru Z treasuries,
traps and snares set,
that threatened to change this Angel’s heart flow,
and song to honorable steps.
Raised, to weigh heavily,
upon all pro’s and cons.
Chewing up words,
instead of always responding.
Fighting back tears,
that had became infinite streams,
while tossing away rough drafts, that outlined thousands,
Behold, the hard-coldness that meshes within my genetics,
as authority like figures,
set out discouraging paths,
to weaken my wing’s dynamics.
Understand the concrete in which this resilient Flower grew from,
were all destroyed by defamed judgment,
Unable to heal for years,
from many depthless and unheard apologies.
Stern beliefs took precedence,
as I embraced my royal qualities.
Reigning on forgiveness,
to keep my noble standings,
reaping multiple rewards,
due to excellent sow-ful banning.
This Angel, Flower and Queen is now enrichly blessed,
by a breathtaking harvest.
For after weeding out the contemptful and cold-hearted,
my flowerbeds are well attended,
as well as securely guarded.
Poetry By Tamara Moore
Thinker on the loose
You can heal, without apologies.
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