Pity is a feathered thing, perches high above my bed, feeds off flakes of moulting skin, devouring the essence of me, till bone rattling with distraught, I scare it off. (Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
Purpose – much coveted despair-driven – has returned. Energy – motivation to proceed – building Willingness – once vibrant now constrained – resists. Chasms – loss created unparalleled – require bridges. Purpose – discovery born enthusiastic – persists. (Resilience first appeared here in October, 2018. I submit a slightly revised edition here for Ragtag Community’s […]
I paint smiles to mask the stench Greed’s perfume triggering an avalanche shame cannot hide the fear, trembles threatening to divulge weakness. (Image by yours truly.)
In my interesting years as a youth, i did just that!
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Lol. Come to think of it, my daughter did too.
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Lol
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Love this, lol😁
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Thanks, lol.
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It’s so true😁
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Ha ha ha! I know my line the next time my husband suggests breakfast in bed!
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Lol…
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LOL! 😀
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