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Plan A...

Wounded, I can't speak of the knives
The ones that cut me so I bleed
Old scars have been re-opened
They fester with dirt swept under the rug

Poison arrows fly at me from ambush
and I bravely struggle on
Holding the shield to protect my heart
I cannot find Plan B

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
It needs a title. Thanks Wes!
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Reading this poem, I cannot help but wonder how you are doing. Are you feeling okay? I like the last set of lines, as I wish I had a plan B.

Poison arrows fly at me from ambush
and I bravely struggle on
Holding the shield to protect my heart
I cannot find Plan B

always, Cat

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It is only a symptom of my heartbreak at some turn of events in some family troubles. I am as well as can be expected health-wise, just mentally drawn. I'm thinking that all will be worked out soon. Thanks for your concern. I'm one of those people who would always have a plan B, but misplace it. LOL It's good to have friends like you and the rest of the gang here at Neo, thanks, ~ Gee

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dear Gee I lived out of cars
one time and tents
houses dark
condos

even if one does not have a plan B
there are other plans we are humans
mammals and animals grrrr great going Gee
we survive!!!

I've never had to live like that, but almost. I think that living alone, amongst others is the worst of all though.
Even with a lot of people around telling you that they are there for you, and meaning it, if you can't tell them what is on your mind, you are alone. You are right, most of us manage to survive. We always come up with some kind of management mechanism to keep us going. Thanks for the encouragement. ~ Gee

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It sounds to me that you have a pretty good grip on things no matter how tough these times are.
So instead I'll tell you that I loved the poem. Bloody concise and chillingly real. We all feel these things often.
Title suggestion- Plan A or Trapped in Plan A.
wesley

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I like your suggestion for a title. I think Plan A is a great title! I will use it. ~ Gee

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I'll send you a bill or you could join my workshop (shameless I know). wesley

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

Learn how, teach others.
The NeoPoet Mentor Program
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like where is my glasses
oh Im wearing them
plan B
yes I like it a lot!!

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