Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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I’m so sorry my Emma.I should not be crying hysterically.But you were still and always will be my kitty.I remember when I first met you.You, your mom and siblings were rescued.You were always the spunky one out of your crew.You were so sweet, you’d get excited when Id clean the room.You knew seeing me meant…
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People say a lot.Especially when they don’t.They tell you with their actions.Not words, as truth telling those alone won’t. Under the costumes, my spirit tried translating the feelings I kept to myself.The spirit ended up taking on so much pain, it began to resent whoever I became.Whichever role I called self.This person who was too…
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I cant trust you anymore.I know I’ve said it many times before.But, you stay closing doors.Same ones that I prayed would open for me before.You tell me a truth, your truth.Which is only downtown alley honesty, for gullible fools.Just a fluke, nothing more than a thiefs barter for fake jewels.Polish me accordingly.Convince me to stop…
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Throughout our lifeline, we will create safety and survival mechanisms out of necessity.The human ability to adapt, accordingly.All of which at some point in time served a purpose, in the name of surviving.Easily able to take the impact of the arrows that were aimed at me, for strengthening.I’ve grown quite familiar with pain, anger, regret…
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The wind was so strong, it was shaking me.At first I fought back instinctively.Fight or flight have always been the only options I seen.Because I stay prepared for tragedies.With fists clenched and white knuckles, just ready.Fighting old habits and tendencies.Right when I told myself to just let go and let it be, the wind became…
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When I was kid, we were always at the beach.Lifeguard station 26, Santa Monica is where we’d be.End of Oceanpark, where the sand met the wooden path burning.Splinters were sure to be had if sandals were not worn. But the pain wasn’t bad.Because we were free, and the ocean provided that.Sand Castles, tanning, swimming, and…
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I’m trying.I thought that was good enough.I stopped complaining, and just accepted my life as only rough.My heart must’ve been weak, because you’ve had to strengthen me constantly.Daily.Find obstacles to push me through knowing I will do anything, to not to fail you.Show up for myself, even when I don’t feel I deserve to.Combat negative…
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Doc these prescribed Z’s have stopped working.My mind has been busy doing double shifts and mentally I’m hurting.While my prefrontal cortex tries to see what decision is best for me.But its already rolling on 3am in between these sheets.Do I stay up thinking nonstop?Playing my own god.Trying to turn all my negatives into positives round…
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Solace is comfort or consolation in a time of distress.I searched many years to find someone or thing that slows down the beats, that escape my chest.Unaware I was always under your care. close to where your heart rests.Lately I’ve really needed your wings to shelter me from my own mess.I’ve been plowing through life…
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Sickness: a state of being unwell.A sickness that you can’t see.So it’s easy for most to believe. That there is something painfully happening behind the skin scenes.See, my sickness doesn’t have a permanent fix.No treatment.No chemo regimen.Radiation appointments or dialysis requirements.No.My sickness is an array of scheduled beatings of me spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically.My…
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