Angele Toomey Poetry

No explanation today, just words.

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It’s a feeling that hovers 
Between eye strain and migraine 
Hearing the old stories 
Time and again. 

I force an out of body 
Experience just to breathe 
Some memories 
Are too false to believe. 

But such is the fragility 
And strength of the need 
To be loved, and for once, 
Maybe believed. 

I would love to have a clear 
Moment when it all made sense 
And we could reconcile 
No longer any need for recompense. 

But that feeling of hovering between 
too much and never enough 
Makes me come across as 
Hard and overly tough.