“A voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too much to pay for birth.” Effort, it seems to me, is what makes gain so sweet. Moving has stretched us beyond what we thought we were capable of, but never have we doubted our purpose. […]
Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug. Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of […]
A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
Daunting and well written piece, VJ. I agree with Punam that we become our own prisoners.
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Yes. Thank you, Eugi
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Your words and images travel far though…(K)
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Sweet response, K
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You found the perfect photos to accompany your poignant poem, VJ.
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Thanks Tanja
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My pleasure.
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A haunting poem.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Hi VJ, thanks so much for playing along 😀
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😊❤️
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We become our own prisoners. Well crafted, VJ.
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Thank you, Punam.
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I love how you melded realities of time passing, bravery and awareness of it all…thank you, VJ. 💕
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😊💕
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A profound poem VJ 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re always welcome 💞
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