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.)
It is a mess, but there is a certain beauty in the derelict.
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Thanks Gavin. It definitely demonstrates nature’s awesome power.
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There was certainly some demolision before the construction. Lots of damage there. Great series of photos.
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Thanks.
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A constructive take, puns aside, what a mess!
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Isn’t it? So tragic.
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Yes, tragic, can’t believe the time has slipped away.
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