dark alleys of thought
foray into nothingness
on the verge of light
it’s not me
it’s that nagging voice
that incites
enrages
at its best – encourages
me to take the leap
resentment
to thoughts of revenge
scalding words
hands like swords
cut sheaths of oppression
expose hollow claims
power in
presumptuous hands
falls like ash
ruins of
dilapidated structures
give way to free will

Very true observations, Reena.
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Thanks again, Liz!
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That’s quite an interior journey! Congratulations on completing it so successfully.
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It is easy to reach a destination on paper.
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A singular take on the prompt, Reena, the imagery of the interior landscape being filled with metaphors of the persona’s state of mind. So effective, and in the end, all give way to “the leap” taken.
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So glad you liked it. Thanks a ton, and enjoy your blogging break.
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Thank you, Reena. 💖
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Thought provoking piece.
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Glad you liked it, Diana!
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❤
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A very evocative piece Reena
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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