Multiple faces,

To a single person, it traces,

Depending on the person,

Depending on the reason,

Depending on the situation,

Depending on the person’s position,

For a long time it may stay hibernated,

Or impromptu it may be liberated,

Sometimes, all it needs is a provocation,

Or sometimes, it could be a lifelong suppression,

Multiple faces,

In numerous places,

We have all graced,

Without much haste,

Irrespective of the emotion we face,

That which is appropriate we brace,

Upto a point,

Where these numerous faces and real- self join,

No longer can we distinguish,

The reality blurs and gradually extinguish,

Only that which remains is failure to recognise self,

Convincing oneself,

I am, what I show,

In false pride we ultimately glow.

Multiple faces,

Which we never thought existed, springs in surprising occasions and places,

Unaware of its little traces,

We carry it along…

Running away from,

A situation,

Giving up on,

Our dreams,

Dejected by a,

Setback,

Losing hope,

Over loved ones,

We would have done at some time or the other.

Looking up to somebody,

No doubt, would inspire,

But sometimes, the sheer magnitude,

Would make us doubt our own capabilities,

And leave us only with dejection,

Forgetting the long journey we have travelled,

Things we have accomplished.

It’s only when we realise,

We are the heroes,

Of our everyday life,

When we,

Battle against the odds,

Strengthen our dreams with hope and action,

Fight a tear and move on,

Turn back, only for the lessons,

And march forward with strength in self,

That a desired change, would come about.

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Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 115. For the challenge prompt please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and…

A lifetime of difficulties landed hard.
Years of sadness, extremes, and bullshit highs.
Insecurities abounded and chaos prevailed.
Welcome to my world.

I was educated on “What will the people think?” stability.
Happy, healthy home – yeah, that was an illusion.
Inconsistent love led to inward rage,
me only always wanting to run away.

Her generation’s dysfunction and the ones before were handed down.
The family poison designed to slowly kill your mind over time.
But she never counted on me fighting hard for my sanity.
I wouldn’t accept this lame gift fraught with pain.

So I cut ties and let her go.
It helped to put up clearly marked boundaries.
I could finally breathe.
I rose above the insanity to find my peace.

Then she died.
The drama spanning generations ceased.
My inheritance was freedom.
Something she never experienced.

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1. How much poison are you willing to eat for the success of the free market and global trade? Please name your preferred poisons.
2. For the sake of goodness, how much evil are you willing to do? Fill in the following blanks with the names of your favorite evils and acts of hatred.
3. What sacrifices are you prepared to make for culture and civilization? Please list the monuments, shrines, and works of art you would most willingly destroy.
4. In the name of patriotism and the flag, how much of our beloved land are you willing to desecrate? List in the following spaces the mountains, rivers, towns, farms you could most readily do without.
5. State briefly the ideas, ideals, or hopes, the energy sources, the kinds of security, for which you would kill a child. Name, please, the children whom you would be willing to kill.

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The prompt is to write something in a similar spirit – it could tell the story of a year or day or hour or minute – something that brought about a change in the life of a protagonist, family, community, nation or the world.

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It took just a few moments to turn her life around

What was an existence of misery changed in moments

To something she hadn’t even dreamed to be possible

A fairy godmother and a prince charming arriving

Suddenly into her drab miserable life, in one short night,

Rewarding her with a princess’s crown for being good and kind

The story of Cinderella haunts the day-dreams of many a girl

Maybe one day…

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Through the numbness that went with the leaving there emerged a relief, a weight taken from his shoulders and it was several days after he had vacated his home leaving his wife, angry and her heart full of vengeance, his younger children dismayed, his older children understanding.

He had taken the step many thought he didn’t have the courage to do was surprising when it happened.

He didn’t care what anyone thought, for once he was doing something for himself and as much as it pained him to be leaving his children in the ‘lion’s den’, so to speak, he knew they would be ok. Despite her bluster, she wouldn’t do any of them harm, so he thought.

He walked to his new home that first…