unprocessed
thoughts pass through filters
consciousness
rejects all
I once hoped to be my Fate
Reality bites
dREAMS
unprocessed
thoughts pass through filters
consciousness
rejects all
I once hoped to be my Fate
Reality bites
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Reena you show the frustrating distance between who we hope to become and the sharp edges of reality ❤️
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Sad, isn’t it?
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Oh, that last line says it all. Superb writing, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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This is excellent, Reena. I love the last line!!
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Thank you so much!
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That final line lands hard, Reena. The whole poem builds to it, unprocessed thoughts becoming filtered, consciousness rejecting what doesn’t fit, and then that gap between what you once hoped to be and what actually happened. “Reality bites” after all that filtering feels both honest and sad. A perfectly tight tanka that holds the whole weight of compromise.
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Thanks a ton!
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Very nice.
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Thank you!
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Very well written
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure
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