Raised in a battlefield
quantity doled out
in abuse, quality
not yet defined
Now I write myself
out of the darkness
each chapter
an uphill climb
Page by page
reconciliation
no shortage of words
value between lines.
(Image my own.)
Raised in a battlefield
quantity doled out
in abuse, quality
not yet defined
Now I write myself
out of the darkness
each chapter
an uphill climb
Page by page
reconciliation
no shortage of words
value between lines.
(Image my own.)
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Very lovely bird 👌🌷awesome poem 👌🙏🌷
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Thank you.
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Welcome 🙏
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I love that second stanza! Very enlightening.
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Thanks Eugi!
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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Expressing one’s self through poetry sure is cathartic, as I have discovered personally as well. Great write!
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Thanks Carol. It sure helps.
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“Page by page / reconciliation”, I totally understand. Stunning photo, too 🙂
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Thank you!
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Powerful.
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Thank you, Dora.
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A brilliant write.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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The power of it all, and that last stanza works so well. And then: “Now I write myself / out of the darkness.” That is so perfect. No doubt about it!
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Thank you my friend.
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You’re welcome! Really hope you have a fantastic weekend!
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You too!
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Thanks so much!
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Welcome!
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Fantabulous.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure kindly 🙂
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I particularly like “Now I write myself / out of the darkness.”
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Thanks Liz. Most therapeutic that ability to build something from the ashes.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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