non-negotiable are
those solitary moments
when I bloom into gardens
internalize beauty
of what I am, and could be
they anaesthetize pain
of living in borrowed garbs
Anaesthetic
non-negotiable are
those solitary moments
when I bloom into gardens
internalize beauty
of what I am, and could be
they anaesthetize pain
of living in borrowed garbs
Dern those borrowed garbs. Would like to one day be dressed in my own skin. Sigh. Lovely and painful,
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We spend our lives chasing comfort – whatever generates that for us.
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“those solitary moments” I can’t do without. They are health to me.
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Right. Thanks!
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I love those moments of being myself and just reflecting inward ~ Thanks for sharing !
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We writers would not be the same without those moments.
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An introspective septet….beautifully writ with apt title and illustration.
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Thank you so much!
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A burning rose and a poem on how we can be so de sensitised. Great!
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Thanks!
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Beautiful Reena
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Compliments much appreciated.
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You are welcome Reena
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I would not trade those solitary moments for anything.
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Those moments are the reason we live. Thanks!
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I like the mention of the “borrowed garbs”. It looks like the non-negotiable blooming reveals internalized beauty.
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Right, Thanks!
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