It’s an honour
The stratosphere invites
to share its secrets
-I’m the chosen one.
I enjoy the peak
Pity lesser beings;
-then
expectations tug at the base
I need to act a certain way
Devil’s Horns penetrate the psyche
I’m not myself any more
No Tooting
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How easily the ego is corrupted… Nice write Reena 👏
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Ego is the single largest cause of all conflict.
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To see yourself as choosen is indeed pierced by devil’s horn… I can see some narcissists really coming to this conclusion
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Unfortunately, there are too many of them around.
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Reena, “Devil’s Horns piercing the psyche” is very powerful imagery. May these beings be contained safely.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Some can’t resist the temptation of being “the chosen one” to their own peril, and ours! Great Q, Reena.
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Thank you, Dora!
No wonder the salesy emails start with “You have been shortlisted/selected..”
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A most intriguing fantasy!
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Devils are no more a fantasy 😂
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Ah yes, more’s the pity, they can and do take human form.
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nice one Reena! I love it! 🙂
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Thanks, Carol!
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Cool, Reena! We both had a bit of the devil in us this week. 😀
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I see Devils everywhere I go. 😂
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A very thought provoking poem
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Much appreciated remark!
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You’re welcome Reena
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Love your poem 💜
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Thank you, Maggie!
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Great piece Reena – creating the self-image of being ‘chosen,’ results in being trapped by both pride and expectations, until eventually it is all consuming 🙌
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Ever grateful, Ange!
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💜
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