
My voice does not bring calm.
It sounds harsh; judgemental.
Puts others on the defensive.
So, writing was a better mode.
I wrote out my complaint.
Voicing out my concern.
Emotions coated the words.
But I was firm in my stand.
Anger and sadness in ink.
A hand not as steady.
My heartbeat pounding.
I stated the facts, as is.
Could I have done it differently?
And not hammered so hard?
Should I have kept quiet?
And not said anything… at all!
By C.E. Pereira
(30-8-2019)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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This is exactly one reason that I write!
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Thank you. 🌻
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Nope; writing the poem was a good idea.
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Thank you. Your feedback is much appreciated.🙂🌻
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