Brittany Lee Allen

Category: Poetry

Heart Weeds (a poem)

The crabgrass creeps in,weeds reach high toward sun rays,across the full length of what’s meant to be a flower bed.They seek to overshadow every bloom

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But I’m Okay (a poem)

And ever since that daywhen I sat in your cold office hands on my lap,ears hearing wounding words,heart taking heavy blows, I’m scared to tell someone

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So Does This (a poem)

A single teardripson the bedas I stare at the white wall we painted when I felt hopeful.  Depression is a funny thing;you don’t always see it

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