“I’m the girl in your poems,”
she whispered.
No, I thought.
You may reach across a lifetime,
but her—
you will never touch.
Why? she asked.
Because the woman we speak of
walks in light,
not envy.
She does not lie beside a man
whose gaze drifts to strangers
while his promises grow cold.
Her strength is quiet,
never cruel.
She wears her scars
but - unlike you - shapes them into dreams.
She has no need to burn another.
Her words carry hope.
Her superpower—
Peace.
And you—
you linger in shadows,
longing,
striking,
Weak.
Not the muse of my craft,
nor a worthwhile dream—
In my world, all you could ever be
is disappearing ink.
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S.E.Linn
S. E. Linn is an award-winning, Canadian author whose works span creative fiction, non fiction, travel guides, children's literature, adult colouring books, and cookbooks...each infused with humor, heart, and real-world wisdom.
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