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The Painted Shades of My Soul
The Painted Shades of My Soul
The Painted Shades of My Soul
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The Painted Shades of My Soul

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Passionate and emotionally driven, "The Painted Shades of My Soul" is a journey into the raw emotion and wisdom that can be found in life's most tempestuous waters. Anita Carter has sought to capture the intensity of each emotion as it occurred in her life. Time moves us forward like the current of a river and along the way we grow and change. Those charged moments of transformation still linger in our beings and resonate within these pages.

Anita Carter's poetry exudes beauty and power in its conveyance of life's moments of adversity, inspiration, and love. Each moment is captured, examined, and placed on the page in lyrical clarity.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateOct 14, 2020
ISBN9781735453712
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    The Painted Shades of My Soul - Anita Carter

    Author

    Double Edged Sword of Misery (Adversity)

    Emotion’s Vent Piece #3

    A downward spiral of unsteady emotions,

    Hard to control,

    Push me down into a bottomless pit

    Piercing my soul

    Sunrays beaming through my darkness

    The only light I can see

    Are being cut off with each entering thought

    Of Negativity

    And desperately

    I’m trying to use my rationality

    To stop my acidic tears from burning my eyes completely

    I can’t feign, it’s hard to stay true when feelings arise

    From circumstances that are unable to be minimized

    To know the natural state of my seed

    Would be distorted from what keeps me alive

    Causes all my desires to be acclimatized

    Unjust reactions brew within the living fluids inside of me

    Raging hormonal tendencies

    Cast me into a lonesome singularity

    Don’t think my sensitivity

    Is a newfound proclivity

    It’s just that my capacity to hold it within my self’s body

    Has become worn down with each and every difficulty

    I’ve had to deal with and overcome and try to take with a grain of salt

    Can’t look at my reflection for too long

    Without placing some type of fault

    Upon me

    Even though I possessed no authority

    Upon the occurrences and conditions and all of my contingencies

    And I try to tell myself what good is pleasure without pain

    How can you know how sweet the Sun feels if you’ve never felt the Rain.

    But still sometimes I can’t help, but surrender myself to a pitied state

    And it is there that I see the darkness and feel the guilty emotional weight

    Like mental lashes leaving unremovable scars on my mind

    Hope was stolen away making it impossible to find

    An equal balance of emotion, left me wondering why

    A serenity comes from the depression that hides inside

    Of me

    Is this real

    For when I close my eyes I can see

    Myself running away from all of my goals and my dreams

    Contradiction is friend to agony, slowly consuming my heart with sorrow

    No time left for me to borrow

    This truth kills my vision, stealing my tomorrow

    I am this woman whose soul would rather leave the home it’s known

    Than deal with voices that echo inside of a nightmare that shows

    People inside of a circle surrounding me

    Shouting obscenities

    Placing me into categories

    Dissecting the complex shades of me

    Until I become a simple fallacy

    Screaming who they think I want to be

    When all I wanted was to make them see

    The spirit that lives inside my body

    The soul that wants to be free

    Not in trying to forget my ancestry

    But to embrace all of God’s creations equally

    But my eyes

    But our eyes

    Be the trigger

    Creating our destiny

    To furthering my mind, to

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