But when I change the conversation, it breeds confrontation. Maybe elevation requires separation. A victim of ridicule, smitten of bitter, cruel intentions. Hated and berated for my dreams of ascension, my affection rejected and I'm forced to accept it. My soul cries freedom from the scars I've collected. Overwhelmed in a polluting realm, longing to exhale before I'm expelled. Unappreciated but not depreciated, awaiting the next hell with flames in my veins formed in the likeness of his divine brightness
Tammy Ortiz
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You. This poem that you wrote is beautiful. I can feel the pain. I can feel also light. Continue this journey of your poetry. It's beautiful and I look forward to more. Thank you