These shackles may be but illusions
but the conditioning lingers –
I’m not enough
lack the look
the chic
fall short of acceptable
Add age and I am
forever sentenced
to monachopsis –
an outsider,
circling.
(Image mine)
No Way In
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One Woman's Quest 
Oh yeah it lingers. Thanks to your excellent poem I know a new word. New, but eerily familiar.
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That’s how I felt about it when I learned it too. Thanks Andrea.
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You’re welcome.
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Learned a new word – great poem!
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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“… but the conditioning lingers-“ I hear ya, right there with ya, and appreciate this poem on many levels! 🙂
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Thanks Liza.
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We can see actually illusions but the trick is to know they’re illusions. BTW Monachopsis cannot be cured, only accepted. 🙂
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Ah…that sounds like the secret key. Thanks Mike.
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In the future feel free to correct my grammer, spilling and sintax as needed. 🤐
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Lol.
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Another poem that hits me where I live these days–and a new word for the malaise that ails me.
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I wonder how many of us are feeling this in these times, although I know I’ve been afflicted for much of my life.
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This current situation seems to be dredging up all kinds of bad stuff that under normal circumstances stays where it belongs.
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For sure!
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