Too many bodies
encroach on peace;
I lack boundaries,
the self-worth
required to assert
needs – dwell
in basements,
mind cluttered,
external noise
obliterating me
Backdoor provides
escape, backyard,
back gate…
…freedom
I disappear
into the quiet
of the wild:
wooded sanctuary,
flowing water,
watchful eyes
of birds overhead
Here, I define self.
(Image my own)
This is how I feel at the beach. It reminds me that what we think matters, matters not.
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Amazing to have a beach as a companion. Thanks.
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Beautiful picture and I could really relate to the poem.
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Beautifully written!!
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Thank you
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Your welcome
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Nature has and always will be my go-to. I try to dwell on the happy parts of my childhood though sometimes challenging. Your poem is very relatable, VJ.
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Thanks Eugi. Nature is a balm for sure.
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Most welcome, VJ.
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Beautiful poem.
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Thanks Indira
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Yes!
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😊
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This is beautiful poetry
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on How I found My Muchness.
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Thanks for sharing.
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We can always count on nature. Nice write.
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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We are all, trying to, get away from, what happened to us as children, and yet, no matter how fast we can run, our childhoods, always, catch up, and, corner, us.
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So true. It is a process
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Lovely photo edit 🙂
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Thanks!
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Lovely!
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😊🙏
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Too many people going underground. too many reaching for a piece of cake… 🧁
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Thanks Paul…er…Mike….
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Its the best place to find peace lately in a world going crazy.
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That’s been my experience as well, both as a child and an adult.
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True!
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