I've Learned... Pieces of Dawn Poetry

I’ve Learned

I am afraid more than I care to admit,

I feel insecure and often feel like I am breaking.

I find it hard to give in and submit,

I habitually feel forsaken.

Even among all of these feelings,

I know that I am here for a reason.

I have learned to appreciate all of my blessings,

This is my time to capture the season.

I have learned to get up and start anew,

Just as the Phoenix rises from its ashes

In order to succeed I often remind myself of my virtue.

I am learning to feel brave more often than afraid,

Through confidence I am repairing the breaks;

I will not yield and refuse to be frayed,

I have learned that God does not make mistakes.

By, Dawn M. Perrone

May 25^th, 2010

Broken but not Broke... Pieces of Dawn Poetry

Broken but Not Broke

You promised to always love me and be by my side

Now you have broken all your promises and no longer stand by me

Why could I not see that we were not meant to be?

You walked out without an explanation and only blame.

You left me broken and full of shame.

You said I was not a good wife,

And you put all of the unhappiness in your life on me.

I thought I would never be able to go on

And now I am so strong.

You left me shattered, and feeling worthless

That was then and this is now,

I have since learned that I have a purpose.

At the time I could not see past my shame.

I could not see you weren't meant for me.

I do not regret all we shared but will never forget all of the pain.

I believe you were put in my life to give me my daughter

I was unable to give birth to a child of my own, God must have known.

I thank you for Katrina's love.

She is gift from up above.

A year has past and I have survived

I managed to pick up all the pieces and maintain my pride.

You did not break me.

It is now that I see… We were not meant to be.

By, Dawn Perrone / October 2007

Your Toy... Pieces of Dawn Poetry

I have kept a journal as far back as I can remember and still continue to do so. I was going through my old journal from junior high and high school and found this poem I wrote on May 3^rd, 1993. It was something else going back and reading what I thought was so dramatic when I was that young.

That being said here you go:

Your Toy

At first it was just a crush.

I figured it would be over in a rush.

Then it turned to love.

Something I never knew I could feel.

It was as unique as a baby dove.

As I fell in love, the wall around me started crumbling down.

How was I to know; you were only clowning a round.

You crushed my heart as if it were a fragile toy.

You played with my emotions, just like a typical boy.

Everyone says they expected this;

But it is your love I am going to miss.

You need to grow up and consider my feelings;

But I can’t wait that long;

That’s why I am leaving.

When I am gone it will be too late.

Because you see, the way I am leaving;

Everyone will hate.

People tell me “Your life is worth more than a boy”.

But I can’t simply live with the fact I was just,

Your Toy!

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By, Dawn M. Perrone

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Comes the Dawn

I did not write this poem, but it was given to me by my

amazing cousin Jenn when I needed it several years ago.

Thank you Jenn, I love you!

Comes the Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and sharing a life

And you learn that love doesn’t mean possession

And company doesn’t mean security

And loneliness is universal

And you learn kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman

Not the grief of a child

And you learn to build your hope on today

As the future has a way of falling apart in mid-flight

Because tomorrow’s ground can be too uncertain for plans

Yet each step taken in a new direction creates a path

Toward the promise of a brighter dawn

And you learn that even sunshine burns

If you get too much

So plant your own garden

And nourish your own soul

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that love, true love

Always has joys and sorrows

Seems ever present, yet is never quite the same

Becoming more than love and less than love

So difficult to define

And you learn that through it all you really can endure

That you really are strong

That you really do have value

And you learn and grow

With every goodbye

You learn