beauty love poetry women


I’m spending time

Living over writing it

Although the words fall

Like snowflakes

soft against my face

Unshed tears 

Unshed years

Yet this freedom

Borne under the burden

Of goodness

No longer concerned with confidence

In my deceptions

Only truth

If my silence wounds

Know me when I say the truth

Is so much more

Than any lie I tell

Honesty made me new skin

And such is its appeal

Feeling ancient and new born

In the same instance

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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