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Silence thunders

But she was stuck there 

In those silenced thunders 

In strong gusty winds

In her ephemeral existence

With her broken crushed wings 


But she was not herself

She died many deaths,

The time she smothered her voice

Time that greeted silenced thunder 

the time she snubbed her choice

The time she knew she lacked every wonder


But she was never enough

For she ceased to try

And was guilty of her survival

For she quelled her sky 

And succumbed to her rival


But she never spoke of it

Her words screamed 'help"

Yet never her lips

But she smiled through it

Hiding

the reality of her wilt


This is my first time posting at forums. Thanks to an amazing human who told me there's a poetry forum! Let's see how it goes.

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User Profile: azurePond
azurePond Monday

@adaptableTiger6950 I love how you’ve structured this—there’s a haunting rhythm to it that mirrors the internal conflict. The way the lines break and flow, especially with the repetition of “But she was,” creates a sense of inevitability, as though she’s trapped in a cycle. The phrase "guilty of her survival" struck me particularly—it’s such a raw, intriguing emotion.  Also, the phrase "hiding the reality of her wilt". Looking forward to seeing more of your work!

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cosmicrayyyyyy OP Monday

@azurePond thank you so much! I really appreciate you taking your time to read and also write such a beautiful comment about it. I really appreciate it when people can go to the depths. It really means a lot. As for writing, it's on pause, since like a year. But I'm hoping to get back at it soon. Till then gonna post my old poems haha

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cosmicrayyyyyy OP Monday

2nd para, 4th line, it's "time she greeted silenced thunders"

And it's "hiding the reality of her wilt." There's no next line after hiding 

@adaptableTiger6950

We are very glad that you were directed to this forum, for we get to see your work. I thought your use of oxymorons and celestial imagery alongside violent verbs and adjectives gave such a strong feeling of suffocation and impotent turmoil. It gives off the impression of masked desperation that elicits great sympathy. As @azurePond already said, looking forward to seeing more from you.