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Bend And Snap

She bends and she knows this
She spends and gets reckless
She pretends it’s all ok
She pretends her cares away

She bends until she’s hidden
She defends and asks forgiveness
She blends in with the background
She pretends she’ll be found

She bends until she’s focused
She seeks until she’s noticed
She sends wishes to the moon
She dreams of a better ‘soon’

She bends until she’s backwards
She deflects when her pride hurts
She sends up her prayers
She begs when they’re unanswered

She bends until she’s numb
She’s silent when out of touch
She reflects when she’s not sleeping
She pretends she’s still eating

She bends and she bends
Over and over, again and again
She bends for her family
She bends for her friends

She bends and she bends
About as far as she can take
She bends and she bends –
She bends until she breaks.

  • The Dalema. 2017.

Egorexia

Something I’ve learned
that always holds true,
‘proud of you’ means nothing
if you’re not proud of you, too.

  • The Dalema. January 11, 2017.

© Photo credit Brittany Hensel Photography

Temporary

Happiness, hope, grief or pain
The people, the places, weakness or strength
Reality, reflection, optimism or imaginary –
Everything,
Everything,
Everything is temporary.

  • The Dalema. January 10, 2017.

© Photo credit Brittany Hensel Photography

The Sting Of Familiarity

This place seems so familiar,
I’ve been right here before
The loneliness snuck up on me,
It’s taken full control

I tried so hard and then I lost –
The most precious part of me
I gave my love, I gave my trust
And now my dignity

You give the love you think they need
You hope it’s love returned
But to love too much, it’s my curse –
Believe me have I learned

You’d think someday my love would come
And sweep me off my feet
Not sweep me up then take me back
To a life that’s incomplete

I’ve loved and lost then loved again
And if I had to choose –
I’d stay alone in the life I’ve built
So I’d never have to lose

Your heart gets broken, you mend it up
But there’s still an empty hole
The more it breaks the less you have
And now there’s none at all.

-The Dalema. February 3, 2009.

©Photo Credit Brittany Hensel Photography

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