I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
hahah – this is so fun
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Isn’t it! Couldn’t resist.
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😊☀️
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LOL! 😀 😀 😀
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Very cute!!!
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Lol.
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Very cheerful, perks one up!
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It does. I love that people have such a sense of humour.
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Love it
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HA HA – got it!
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love in
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edit love it.
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So cute….
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Hilarious
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