Ridicule

 cutting across the psyche
 sharp lines of ridicule
 transforms
 to unseasonal storms
 pulverizing
 structures that bind me
 with the rest of the world…
  
 my sanity survives
 I rise above it all
 to see
 my resilience
 analyzing
 how insignificant 
 was the storm




 

6 thoughts on “Ridicule”

1. I can feel the pulse of it

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   1. Thanks!

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      1. My pleasure

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3. Those storms can look very menacing, once it passes, we are the victor.

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   1. Agree. Thanks a lot!

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