now I know what really got to me
those demons of yore that don’t let me breathe
dark shadows so often surround my thoughts
critical voices suffocated me
they wanted me frozen in moulds or wreaths
now I know what really got to me
those demons of yore that don’t let me breathe
Thoughts are just branches of a worn-out tree
roots don’t perish, but let the traits bequeath
extended life-spans with history beneath
now I know what really got to me
those demons of yore that don’t let me breathe
dark shadows so often surround my thoughts
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I agree totally with this!
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Thank you!
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You have a way to express inner feelings, Reena. Excellent.
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Thank you so much, Indira!
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This is dark but so well captured that feeling of suffocation.
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Thank you so much!
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Your madrigal resonated with me, Reena; you really captured the feeling of being trapped in a situation with those ‘demons of yore’ and ‘critical voices’.
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Thank you, Kim!
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You’re most welcome, Reena!
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Love this, Reena! I easily related to it!
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Thank you, Yvette! Most of us have been through these moods.
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Thanks for contributing to RXC once again 🌷
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So good Reena! Those demons will get you if you let them
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Keeping them out is a huge challenge too, especially if the provocation recurs.
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Yes indeed.
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This could so easily apply to my partner – a brilliant if dark write Reena…
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Thank you, Frewin!
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I really like this part of the poem:
critical voices suffocated me
they wanted me frozen in moulds or wreaths
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I can relate to this part of the poem:
critical voices suffocated me
they wanted me frozen in moulds or wreaths
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Thank you, Grace! Glad you could relate to it.
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Reena, I like your tree roots and branchs analogy. It suggests we can discard what doesn’t work and keep our inner self strong.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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A madrigal full of self-exploration!! I really enjoyed it.
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Thank you, Helen!
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I guess, a good rant can help releases the demons.
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You need someone to listen to the rant.
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Excellent
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Thank you!
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Often the unheard voice and misinterpretation leads to rise of demons inside and are outburst when one no longer can hold the frustration .
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True. Thank you, Tanvir!
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It’s strange – even in this stock photo of a supposedly angry woman, her face still has the hint of a smile that needs to be seen as pretty.
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Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
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Screaming often let’s these demons out.
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😱😲🥶
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