I'm a brave new girl
In the big bad world
Or a big bad girl
In the brave new world
It tells me slow
It tells me cruel
It tells me pull
But it won't say no
The big brave girl
In the bad new world
2006
Poetry by Deena Marie. I once read in a book that DREAMS are the "healing waters of the unconscious" and knew if I ever published a collection of poems, that's the title I would want. I am best at writing about heartache, dark times, loss, empty space, what is not. It is one of many forms of expression, therapy and most importantly, healing for me. Please pay attention to the date at the bottom of each poem! I no longer feel poems should be kept private. In the end our words are all we have.
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