Call myself liberated
but this modern woman’s
shadow arches backwards
finds its reflection in legacies
How can I forgive my own failings
when their tale takes root in
oppression and abuses long passed?
Liberated a misnomer.
(Image my own.)
Call myself liberated
but this modern woman’s
shadow arches backwards
finds its reflection in legacies
How can I forgive my own failings
when their tale takes root in
oppression and abuses long passed?
Liberated a misnomer.
(Image my own.)
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so beautiful 💖💖
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Thank you!
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Your painting are so gorgeous! We all call ourselves liberated, but we also set our limits, so not sure how much we are liberated! Beautiful poem!
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Thanks Elizabeth.
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Beautifully penned !
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Thank you!
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Yes, true liberation is at every level, especially release from trauma, oppression etc. but not forgetting that even the sense of it is diminished by the glass ceiling and the employment inequity, gah.
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…and so on…Thanks Paul.
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The battle continues ….
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Totally. If you ever find the answer to the question you posed, be sure to share it. So many of us are pondering the same question.
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Will do! Thanks
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Wow.. that’s touchy!
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Thank you!
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a raw honest insight VJ, love how open you are to sharing … great shot!
our past shapes but doesn’t define us … healing is tough when our life choices are knotted by past abuses and oppression but we really have to dwell in that pain in order to make sense, in order to unravel it.
There is no instant, all fix solution only constant awareness to wade our way through. I have found counselling and volunteering heal … but I know you’ve tried it all, hugs!
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Thanks Kate. What is apparent to me – being one of six children from a chaotic upbringing – is that we all handle it differently. I have sought counselling, for instance, whereas my one sister will not, preferring to close herself off to the world.
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you are so right, we all react differently, recall differently … if you can talk to a sibling with a similar recall that may be just as effective as a counsellor. Take care precious 🙂
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What a moving poem, VJ. As we age, if we don’t realize the truth of that poem, how shallow we are! When I was a teen, I complained to my mom about being boring and not having anyone in our past who had done anything interesting. They were mostly farmers, teachers, and preachers back to the 1600s that we knew. My mild-mannered, self-controlled mother slapped my face and told me never to criticize my ancestors again. I became a teacher and made my own regrets.
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What a story, Marsha! Love that. Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
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Thanks, VJ. Life is full of learning and as a teacher I’m in the learning business for life. 🙂
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As a fellow (former) teacher, I get that!
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I know you do! 🙂
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Created with such deep thinking. Another masterful piece by you!
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Thanks, my friend.
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Welcome!!!
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I love your image, VJ. It looks like new life emerging from the old. And I think that is what your poem is trying to convey.
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Love your interpretation, LuAnne. Thanks.
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Reading your poem I was reminded of how my sister and I have been forced to attempt to reconcile a family history that is way wilder than any we imagined before we started “prying”. Oh ancestors, there is little to be done about them, except to avoid the traps they fell into.
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That’s a land mine at times, lol. Thanks for reading Lou. Appreciate your comment.
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Physically walking away from heartache is difficult but mentally walking away is sometimes impossible. Excellent write, VJ.
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It really is. Thanks Eugi.
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You’re welcome.
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Forgiving is key, and that’s a beautiful image!
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Thanks
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It seems there never is a complete break with the baggage from the past – either our own or that of our ancestors. Very moving image and poem, VJ.
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It’s true Eilene, thank you!
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Love this! Text and image both.
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Thank you!
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A sense of anguish comes through the words. A very haunting image, perfectly paired with the poem.
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Thanks Heather. A troubled past is hard to shake even with the best intentions.
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The tones of this hauntingly dramatic image are perfectly reflected in the poem
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Thanks Derrick.
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Huge hugs VJ! I know its hard. You are free but not free with memories coming up, the past coming back to haunt you, same for me. Xoxo
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I know you understand, Carol Anne. Life, eh!? Thanks friend.
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You’re welcome, I wish I could come over and we could hang out 😍😁
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Wouldn’t that be awesome!
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A very thought-provoking poem. I particuarly like the lines “but this modern woman’s / shadow arches backwards.” The image is as thought-provoking as the poem.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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