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.)
Love it 🙂
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Thanks
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One more thing! Just wanted to share the warmth with you (if you want it)
I nominated you for the Sunshine blogger award! https://proscenium.me/2018/12/15/pocket-full-of-sunshine
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Thanks for that. My brain is too challenged for awards, but I appreciate it.
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I totally understand 😊
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This was definitely me this morning! 😂🤣
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Lol. This has been me for three days.
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Haha! I like it 🙂
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lol
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