" On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not."
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not."
I see her.
The girl I could have been
The one I was supposed to be
She is strong yet tender
I am timid and unapproachable
She says whatever is on her mind
It’s entertaining, sweet.
I speak and the words are sharp knives
Casting doubt and judgment
She grew up with love and acceptance
I was raised amongst wolves
I see her and I think of what could have been
Envy.
It’s a wicked thing
Maybe it’s a good thing.
She shows me who I could be.
Who I already am.
If only I would set myself free.
it is beautiful that this can just come to you, and it must feel therapeutic as well! thanks for sharing :)
ReplyDeleteDefinitely therapeutic! Thanks for stopping by...
Deletewhat a beautiful post. and what a challenging thought about envy - "Maybe it’s a good thing. She shows me who I could be."
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Hi Janice! Thanks so much for stopping by.. I always try to end it with a moral, swing to the positive side.. there's a lesson somewhere in everything..
DeleteMe too...
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