Barrage of fears
plague each dream
render me useless
Invoke positivity, you say,
but the voices persist
intimate familiars
I set each fright adrift
hide among the weeds
pray for a moment’s reprieve.
(Image mine)
Barrage of fears
plague each dream
render me useless
Invoke positivity, you say,
but the voices persist
intimate familiars
I set each fright adrift
hide among the weeds
pray for a moment’s reprieve.
(Image mine)
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Beautifully expressed, VJ!
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Thanks Amy!
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I’ve encountered those weeds, as well.
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Ah, yes.
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Thanks for your kind words and the invite. I will have to dig out old photos, so give me some time.
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This one hit home. I’ve spent too much of my life in those weeds.
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Maybe it’s a prerequisite for being a writer?
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I expect you’re right about that.
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Beautiful image and poem!
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Thank you!
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You said it! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!
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Welcome to the first noble truth, where pleasure and pain rock back and forth like an over-caffeinated baby in a crib. 👶
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Knew I shouldn’t give that kid coffee, lol. Great description, Mike.
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