‘Number 9?!’ she said, a frown on her face
Twirling the edge of her frayed lace
She clicked her tongue and pinched her ears
My future dangling precariously, my eyes fill with tears
‘He’ll take you away from your own” her voice hissed a dark warning
‘If that’s all, I’ll hold onto him and my own too,’ I smile, thinking
Twenty years’ later; here I am – alone
He loves me dearly, I have nought to moan
For all those that left
None did leave me bereft –
The troubles, the pain
The fears all in vain
Her words ring loud in my head
‘He’ll take you away from your own,’ she had said
I smiled then
I smile now -again
Numbers just math
really; hath
no story to be told
‘Aint no mirror to a soul!
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Eúnoia 
Wonderful poem smitha.
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Thank you Vineetha
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Your recent poems seem to have a common thread of loneliness, Smitha. I hope you are not lonely.
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Robbie thank you for checking on me. I’ve been under the weather and its exhausting. Also with exams looming, I feel so constricted to the house. You know I guess I just need to travel- get out of here. I will rein in my feelings though. Thank you again. Your thoughtful message cheered me up. Hugs
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Hi Smitha, you shouldn’t rein in your feelings. Poetry is an expression of emotion, happy and sad.
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Thank you Robbie. You checking in on me helped. I wrote a post today – to break the spell. ❤
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Wonderful poem, Smitha.
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