I took his name
wore it a while
till it no longer suited me:
which time I tried on a new grace and style
arrayed with poise,
and quiet dignity
knowing that those who see my light
would not seek to diminish me
I will my song be heard by those attuned
to hear the music in this well-healed wound
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A definite poem of independence, Ingrid. Lovely and well-done in words and deed. 💙
Thanks Merril 🙌
You’re very welcome, Ingrid.
Let your soul automatically soar, Ingrid x
Thanks Nick: I. Wil x
Quiet dignity – the essence of you in poetry Ingrid.
Thank you kindly Eric.
Love your grace and style! Let your light shine!! 💞🕯️💞
Thank you Tricia 💖💕💖
I love this Ingrid💕
Aww, thanks Mich 💖
What a fascinating poem! It reads, in light of Independence Day, in many different ways.
Thank you, Jaya!
An anthem for us all. (K)
Independence is worth its weight in gold!
Beautiful, Ingrid. The last two lines are marvelous.
Thank you Jeff 🙏
This is how I felt in my first marriage. I was carrying dead wood. I had a lot more growing up to do once I dropped that load. Everything is a gift.
I agree Barb, thank you 🙏
Thank you for sharing what’s in your heart!l
oh I love this poem of light and independence Ingrid 💖💖💖🌹🌹
Thanks Cindy! 💪💖⭐️