Remember when you said that? what you spewed out as words remnants of your self-esteem hurting in hope of self-repair What you spewed out as words carried venom stored for long it’s eating up your insides remnants of your self-esteem ineffective in its smallness It needs a boost for sure… hurting in hope of self-repair you throw stones with a vengeance Yet, can’t make a hole in the sky
Poetry Form: Trimeric
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Hurt and vengeance never lead the way to self-repair! You are right, ‘you can’t make a hole in the sky.’
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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I just read about how anger seems to have become the cure for many, the vicious cycle making everything worse.
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Anger sets off a chain reaction. But staying quiet looks like defeat.
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Reena,
Quite a rebuke against futile, malignant words. Well done.
pax,
dora
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Thank you!
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Clever and scathing, Reena.
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Scathing, yes 😀 Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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This is absolutely stellar writing 🙂 with an important message. I believe one shouldn’t pay heed to the negativity that swirls around in the atmosphere. What people say about others tells a lot about them. 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Nice
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Love it! A Trimeric Rant ……
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Yes 🙂 Thanks, Helen!
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That venom inside can be self destructive. Time to self repair!
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Yes. But they rarely realise that.
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Fantastic poem
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Thanks a lot!
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You’re welcome
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Too good 💫❤️
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Thank you so much!
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