An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I know that abyss –swallowed up as I waspunch-drunk on darkness Bled as I emerged,each reach a scrape –there was release too Revived now, I honourthat passage, recognizethe making of a woman. (Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
And transports us into another world! 🙂
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Being able to play is good for the soul.
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Indeed!
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*smile* I bought a bicycle so I could play again. It’s red, so I can ride just a little too fast. Love it!
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Good for you! How fun
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Love the picture. Yes to imagination!!
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Thanks Sarah
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I want to go out and play!
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No kidding. Spent the day with 4 kids on Monday – did nothing but laugh.
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I love being able to laugh for an entire day!
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Creates a glow that lingers.
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🙂
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👌🏼👍🏼
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