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Where had it all gone wrong? She had been so much in control but now found herself spiraling ever downward, confined to a prison of her own making.

Kate Walsh sat reflectively in the back pew of Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church reviewing her life, her family, and its highs and lows, trying to discern a course of action and decide what she should do next.

Her marriage of twenty-five years had produced six children, the oldest twenty-three years, and the youngest ten years. Had she been a good wife, and mother, or could she have done better, the thoughts went around and around in her head?

She did like a clean house, and she expected her children and husband to comply. She did like regimentation, never allowing her children to sleep past 8:00 a.m., ensuring they eat only…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #257

REACTION


Many break down with complication
Sensible look for the solution
Blaming and grieving
Praying and complaining
Sighing and winning
Never helps
But the majority believes in this notion

Written in response https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/11/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-257-2/

Break times, in the factory, could be torture for some and a time to read for others. Locked minds felt bored. There was nothing they could do but ponder on what had gone wrong in their shift.

Bob, scrunching his eyes, thought about what he would do if he won the lottery. Last week he spent his wages trying to win that fortune, now he had no choice but to work.

Paul, leaning on his knees, couldn’t get over the argument with his production manager. All he did was moan about him being late on shift, or not being quick enough. He was sick of this treatment, but where else could he work. This was his seventh job in as many months.

Jack, reading his book, didn’t love his work, but it paid the bills. He was able to feed his family, give help to those…

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #257 & Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt – Dappled

behind bars from crime
convict’s records dappled with blight
some fight for freedom

once upon a time in a land far away
there were three hooded villains that had no place to stay
They walked all day and night to find something to do
They wandered the open fields and busy cities too.

Then all of a sudden the wind began to blow
The temperature was dropping and it began to snow
They headed for a cave to stay calm, warm, and dry
When the biggest of the three of them just began to cry

He said he didn’t like this, the running and the cold
He said his back was aching, that he was getting old
He wanted to go back home where he could rest his head
but in the morning when they woke the poor guy was dead.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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The three brothers Jerry, John and Joseph were all sentenced to 20 years in prison for smuggling drugs in from Mexico.  The triplets were cursed from birth, doomed to a life of crime, being poorly educated, and living in poverty.  Their dad disappeared when they were young and shortly after their mom was put behind bars for credit card fraud, so they became victims of the flawed foster care system having to deal with multiple guardians, advocates, social workers, courts and all the other BS.  Some of their foster parents were abusive and they felt unwanted and struggled with many other issues.  They decided that they would stick together, no matter what trouble they faced and anything that happened to them, just made their bond much stronger.

Joseph wanted to make something out of himself while he was incarcerated as he thought there was a high likelihood that he would…

Both eyes and minds should be open

If we want to get anywhere in life

Put a lock on free thinking and you’ll stay stagnant

Close your eyes and you’ll literally be blind

If you are blessed with a mind capable of thinking

Don’t cripple it’s abilities by wearing a cap of darkness over it

If your eyes are functioning properly, why pretend to be blind

How we go through life, what we achieve here

Depends wholly on our attitude throughout our time on earth

Never waste the opportunities that come your way

Or close the doors life/ fate opens for you!

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Written in response to; RXC PROMPT #257, hosted by Reena

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#RXC

desperate prayers
God is under pressure now
to show existence

water becomes ice
ice melts and becomes water
it’s reversible
water turns into the steam
steam turns back into water

silvery white silk
profuse feathers on the back
are you an angel?

Copyright ©️ 2022 Jane Aguiar

Pic credit: Media storehouse

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what-do-you-see-160- by Sadje

Reenas-xploration-challenge-256 by Reena

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Stay Blessed! 💞

it is true
it is the poet
that is the prophet
able to see more than
just the outside appearances
unfazed by the outside world
he goes way beyond
what the senses can grasp
conjuring up magnanimous
visions and possibilities
probabilities groomed
to their existence
a poet will never see
reality as it is
having beauty
to always triumph
than giving rise to evil
it is the poet
who lets us see
peace in an ongoing madness
life in every decay
a delicious fruit
after a sapless flower
clean rivers and streams
after the passing of a storm
who dares not marvel
a poet’s mind
who writes not about now
but the brilliance of tomorrow
with the majesty of hope
and the nobility of faith
the pages of life rewritten
to be filled with sparks of light
only experiencing magic
in the dullest days
of our daily existence.

Reena’s Xploration…

Words fail to express certain feelings Try as they might words fail to cover the emotional range of a human heart How would it feel like when you can finally draw a breath after holding your breath for far too long, How would it feel like when you are treated to delicious food after having starved for far too long How would it feel like when hope and light return to your life after being engulfed by the dark for far too long How would it feel like when you can take a refreshing sip of water after feeling parched for far too long How would it feel like when you feel the comforting embrace of cool air after being subjected to the wrath of the sun How would it feel like when you finally feel genuine laughter crack your mask open after being reined in for far too long…