Conscience lies buried beneath last winter’s choices
hibernating for lack of choice or assumed helplessness
murmuring through frost as if remembering a path once taken.
I follow its faint warmth
awaiting a call when
a moment of thaw becomes truth
and truth becomes direction.
Awakening of Conscience
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‘…awaiting a call when
a moment of thaw becomes truth
and truth becomes direction.’ Brilliant.
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Thank you, Indira!
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Welcome, dear.
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so good, Reena! xoxo
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❤️❤️
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A thought- provoking piece and the metaphors are so effective here. Lovely word-smithing.
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Thank you so much, Mish!
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If we could just follow the guide of conscience we might all end up in a better place.
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Conscience, sometimes, fails to deliver signs of outward success.
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Lovely
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Interesting concepts! I like where this leads.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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A beautiful poem, full of metaphorical hope.
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Thank you so much, Diana!
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You’re welcome
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