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 […]
Made me smile 🙂
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Oh good, lol.
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Yes Ma’am 🙂 🙂 Now your good work is done!! 🙂
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Phew!
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Hahahahaha, oh gosh–now you can have a lie down 🙂
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Good one V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Lol.
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👏👏
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Caption for Reena ….. by VJ Knutson
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That’s a great conclusion 🙂
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Lol.
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