Who instigated the abandonment? It’s an ugly question – manifests pretensions – both sides righteous, blinded… when the rage subsides faith will intervene, and acceptance – a milestone, will springboard recovery, victims voices gaining clarity, intent amended, launching into love once again.
The initial spoonful – salted caramel cool – consoles bitten tongue, slides down burning throat: appeasement for churning gut. Each spoonful savoured sweetness countering bile, dark chocolate shavings as bittersweet as the emotion being pushed down, buried Bruised by conflict, words ineffectual, ice cream an unworthy compensation, cravings turn to salty reprieve.
I am contributing! Are these lessons not abundance – success? Authorities are dissatisfied; want me back in the game, insist disability has an end – analyze me to depletion their plans shutting me down, unforgiving – Encouragement is called for, and hopeful help, something to prod progress This bureaucratic tapping turns on me, creativity breaks […]
Both your photos are perfect for this week’s theme. Thanks for playing.
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Thanks Cee.
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I love abandoned buildings. I find I personify them; I want to imagine them the silent watchers and keepers of secrets. I can’t help but stop and imagine them full of life and loved; sometimes it isn’t so rosy. Loved your poem.
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Thanks so much. So many stories in abandoned places.
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