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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Powerful, VJ!
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Thanks 😊
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You’re welcome, dear!
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Beautiful pairing of your words and the art!
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Thanks Eugi
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I love that the words are the sparks. I find that to be so true!
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VJ, short and powerful. I love the final line. Keith
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Thanks 🙏
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Those words are so in sync with your art! Brilliant! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thanks 🙏
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The best kind!
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😊
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