torn ligaments
snapped tendons
lapped up by predators
a part of me
emerges
unscathed
pained
weary
but willing to
reinvent
rebuild
and give life
another chance
Is there a world out there
to give me ground
and air
to breathe?
the battle of life
will start
all over again
in that precious space
in between.
The wisdom
of the netherworld
nourishes me
to scare others.
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Great picture to enhance your poem!
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It was provided in the writing challenge 🙂
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Good for you to rise again and fully engage with life !
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Thanks!
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What nourishes one may scare another.
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Yes. That is what we call Power.
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Maybe we can grow again from below…
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Fair chance 🙂
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A profound and intriguing piece, Reena. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much!
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This is a very good poem, Reena. I really enjoyed it.
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Thanks, Robbie!
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“The wisdom of the Netherworld nourishes me to scare others.”
I enjoy this line as the Netherworld is what I call the alternate reality in which my stories take place. Oddly, it is actually a place of acceptance, very unlike the waking world.
People always found me scary because I’m different, but I never wanted to scare anybody.
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I fully agree with you. People look for replicas of self, and often, whatever is termed bad is just different.
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