Pride

You can’t hear me
But you can feel
If you tried

You are blind
But you could see
If you cried

I could understand
But you evaded
Then you lied

You still stand
Although hardened
Where you died

Hold my hand
Just as if
I were your guide

And I promise
It is worth
More than pride

© Delia Ross. 2019

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