Brenda Lee Renwick Poems

Nothing to be sorry for,
Nothing to regret;
To ponder endless hours o’er –
To worry, moan, or fret.
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My knight in shining armor,
my protector from the world,
from myself,
and from the imagined horrors
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I’ve given up perfection
‘cuz it didn’t suit me right.
I’ve given up pretending –
It just wasn’t worth the fight.
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Choose love offered
But not received,
Or love concealed
And not believed.
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How to craft a poem
Out of something commonplace?
You clothe it in simplicity
And cover it with grace.
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