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)
Adds character — for sure!! ❤
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We’re on the same page, VJ.
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😊💕
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❤️
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I like the way you think!
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😊🙏💕
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Oh goodness. Do you have room for me? I’ll join you…I think you just described my good intentions gone awry (not every day…but you know…more often than I’d like). Hugs to you, VJ. 🥰
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Always room for you…and I suspect we’d find that we are harsher on ourselves than need be
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No doubt, no doubt. 💕
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Very truthfully and accurately said.
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Thanks Lou
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