To Build

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  • Life
    • HalfAwake
    • For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient. -Revolution

    To Build

    There’s a storm within me

    Tearing through my blood

    Making the thing that I will be

    Made of the things I was

     

    Each time I was silent

    But should have screamed aloud

    Each hour I’ve spent with my head bent

    Is what holds me up now

     

    It gives me shallow pride

    Not flinching when I’m burned

    How could I cry when finally I

    Have scars that I have earned

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    HalfAwake commented on To Build

    01-09-2012

    Thank you! You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that someone likes my poem:)
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    beautyandpain commented on To Build

    10-28-2011

    i really enjoyed your poem its strong and sends quite a message. very well done!
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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