I am eaten alive by inability
Though through objective eyes
I am fine
There’s a very good chance
If you’ve been listening, skylark
You would know the difference
But I regret that you’re not here
I mourn, strangely for
I have not lost anything in deference
To you
As fast as lightning flashes
& the hurricane supercedes
You are back
& I am tired of dredging
sloppily through the mud
Without a map. . .
So, so
So
Tired
Of that.
–LM
Beautiful verses & those feelings of self-doubt are so deeply relatable. Loved this!
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Thank you 💕
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As usual your blog posts are interesting and inspiring, your one of the very best bloggers here, i love you, thank you so very much for your wonderful words ❤❤❤
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I barely know how to respond! Thank you for reading! ❤
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Good read. You summed up the feeling of soul stuck in quicksand
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Loved this!💖
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Thank you Hemalatha!! 💕
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