exploring spaces within myself wound up in knots on serpentine paths I keep moving… till the wounds within dry up creating a sensation which is not pain ..and to my inner self I tell all is well wounds unhealed lips sealed I keep moving…
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This is a wonderful story of the internal struggles through which we grow: moving through the pain and the wounds to a better place.
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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Unhealed wounds …. the kind that come back to haunt us. Well done …
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Thank you, Helen!
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Gosh….isn’t that sometimes the case? We keep moving trying to get away from that which hurts….but somehow we carry it with us…..and we keep moving.
An excellent write to the prompt!
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Thank you, Lillian!
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break a sweat
and yet
tho uphill
suuch a thrill
the beauty
of that territory
justifies
the time spent
so no lament~
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