These shackles may be but illusionsbut the conditioning lingers –I’m not enoughlack the lookthe chicfall short of acceptableAdd age and I amforever sentencedto monachopsis –an outsider,circling. (Image mine)
Immersed in traumaI excel – bleed compassion Can cut to the chaseemploy know-how Remain cheerfulwhilst inhaling paranoia Determined to connectsquare the issues But offer me kindnesstouch with intent and I will withdrawgingerly inept unaccustomed as I amto Love’s cosmos. (Submitted for Eugi Causerie’s weekly prompt: cosmos. Image my own.)
Bound to this saudade –the agony of knowingI let you go, rejecteda love so pure –the road has been longpitted with heartacheyou, my greatest regret. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own.)
Can’t even tell that you’ve used titles. Wonderful! ❤
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Thanks. Isn’t that cool?
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I like the flow. Were these arranged in order or did you move the titles around?
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I skipped a lot of titles (unrelated) and just switched the last two (broke my own rule)
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Lol! Rules are made to be broken! You’re a rebel!!
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Oh yeah!
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This is so gorgeous. I’m praying that your healing will be complete.
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Well..it seems always to be a process… thank you.
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Yes, I know about process…seems forever, but maybe that’s part of the Plan 🙂
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Yes…I believe so.
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🙂 ❤
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