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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A very thought provoking poem
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Love your poem 💜
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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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