That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
Wow!
This would turn my mood upside down for sure.
Thank you so much for sharing this with my challenge 🙂
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Always a pleasure Hammad!
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Completely relate to that second photo.
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Yes, very moody! Mother nature has her moody days too. 💖
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She does. Thanks
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😉
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Love these! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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Moody indeed!
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😁
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I love both of these cloudscapes.
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