I wake up in sweat of indignation sleep in a perplexed state I don’t know why I’m not accepted though nobody says rejected In this field of thistle, I am the improbable A strange mind in a familiar face they extend gloved hands, but fail to connect acknowledge brilliance, but show no respect I know it is tough, but it’s a walkathon I need to find more compatible ground where I can blossom in my own way where colours shine in glare of sun rays
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“In this field of thistle, I am the improbable/A strange mind in a familiar face.” This is soo powerful!! 💝
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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I love the lines:
‘In this field of thistle, I am the improbable
A strange mind in a familiar face’
and
‘…I can blossom in my own way
where colours shine in glare of sun rays’.
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Thank you, Kim!
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Superb line “A strange mind in a familiar face.”
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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I love the description:
“A strange mind in a familiar face.”
this is how it feels sometimes. 🙂
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Yes. We never know a person fully.
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I find it sad when the one not accepted has to leave for other pastures instead of those who couldn’t tolerate you… yet we each have to save ourselves… or?
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We have control only over our responses.
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Someone once told me the secret to happiness is that first you learn to love yourself. I wonder, does that apply?
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I guess, Yes….
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thistle a purple
canadian or scotch
missile
derive
plant or weed
chaos or heed?
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Excellent metaphor.
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Thanks a lot!
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