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My Battle
MN (11-08-1970 / )

My Battle

Poem By Mary Nagy

People often ask me
how I ever stood my ground,
when trouble just surrounds me
and people push me down.

I say to them (with tongue in cheek)
I'm sure my work's not done.
I may have fought the battle,
But the war is not yet won.

I will always manage
to hold my head up high.
(Even though that enables them
to better see me cry.)

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Good stuff, Mary! This poem seems to encapsulate the nature of your writing as well... with your head raised high! ! Brian
There is much strength in your tears Mary and much weakness in their taunts.Love Duncan
What a poignant twist in the last verse Mary. Defiance in all but that; then the mask comes off and shows how hurt you are. 'How was it for me? ' Heart-rending TJ
Hang in there Mary, be above it all. Love Ernestine XXX
I enjoyed the honesty of this poem. Never let them get you down, more importantly there is no shame in shedding tears. So easy to read, Thankyou for sharing. Kindest Regards Slim. x.


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