Springing out
of my wretched existence
was all I needed
to live.
The negativity sprung out
before I did
then, repressed thoughts
and imposed ideals
The mirror image
mocked authenticity,
as the borrowed garbs
lay bare.
Was it too late
To discover my Self?
(44 words)
For Quadrille #28 at dVerse – Poets Pub
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“…To discover my Self?”
is never to late 🙂 A wonderfully constructed argument..
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So sad how you have get that from inside instead of from the world around you
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It is never too late although life may be less fully lived if we leave it too long.
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It’s never too late to take the leap of faith, to love who you are……spring out! Touching words.
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The thought of the real self “springing out” brings hope for an authentic life!
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Excellent take on the prompt, Reena.
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Thanks!
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I hope it is never to late to discover one’s Self and it probably takes a kind of springing out.
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An interesting and unexpected take on the prompt word, Reena. It is hard to spring out but once you do, it’s all worthwhile.
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Thanks! You spelt out the gist of it.
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