I am gregarious
initiator
risk-taker
eagerly anticipating
the unknown
But the subconscious
alights on old stories
gathers sanctimonious
rumours of unworthiness
spits out shame
and rage
Reveals the truth –
I am vulnerable.
(Facing Truths first appeared here July ’19. This version is edited from original. Art my own.)
Lovely image and words. Awesome image.
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Thanks 🙏
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trapped in the mind, profound piece
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Thanks
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Even though the vocabulary used is exotic/uncommon, the meaning hit right the way it needed to. Such beautiful thought put in words so beautifully
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You caught me off guard with the “exotic/uncommon”. Seldom think of myself as that sophisticated. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
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Oh, this one hits hard, VJ. Well done. That image is stunning.
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Thanks, Susi!
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You’re welcome! How are you doing, VJ?
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Thanks for asking, Susi. Health condition is flaring, and hubby is in hospital, so it’s a bit of a struggle right now. Just doing what I can.
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Sorry to hear that, VJ. I do hope you both get to recovering soon. ((hugs))
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Love poem and painting both. Art-making itself, when shared, makes us vulnerable. To do so anyway is a risk, and a kind of defiance in the face of fear.
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Yes! Well put. Thanks
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Love the art and the words – oh again you lead us to a crucial psychological angle – the vulnerability and your seasoned way of writing about health and wellness
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Thanks so much! 😊
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☀️😊
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Your poem certainly highlights that we all have a vulnerable side. Love the artwork!
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We sure do. 😊
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Always two (maybe more?) sides to everyone/everything …
I am fascinated with your drawing … wondering if inspired by a granddaughter maybe? Or younger-self-perception?
Fascinating variances as I stare – a hand about to stroke chin in puzzlement? As in “Who am I FULLY?”
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Thanks Jazz. It is actually my youngest granddaughter’s profile. I was thinking of all the things sprouting inside of her.
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Lovely – and you’ve blessed her with birds!!
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She loves them like I do. 😊
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the artwork is stunning.
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Thanks 🙏
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Welcome 🙂
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I like the first stanza. It’s more of me.
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It’s a good way to be in life!
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I love this line – gathers sanctimonious
rumours of unworthiness! It triumphs on self esteem
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Thanks 😊
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I love the image!!
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Thanks. This one I did draw.
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You’re welcome. I could tell that the image was yours. It has your stamp on it. It’s one of your best, in fact.
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Thanks Liz!
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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