At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
Your photo and words have made a lovely agreement!
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Thanks, Heather!
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A pleasure.
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The agreement…agreeable in nature. Live your words and photo.
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Did you mean to type “live you words”? I’m thinking not, but this is a friendly reminder. Thanks.
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Love your words! Crazy auto correct! Ha!
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hahaha.
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Crazy auto correct! Love your words!
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Oh so very beautiful 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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