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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 63
Prompt
Here is an intriguing picture shared by Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn.
The picture by itself can tell a thousand stories. But I am increasing the complexity a little. Here is a paragraph from another source.
So what exactly happened here? A woman felt powerless because she was unable to let go of a story she was holding onto which made her a victim. Even though she no longer saw this man, her former lover, she carried him within, and over and over again inside was keeping this version of the story alive.
TILL DEATH DO US APART
It seems there is no strength left in me.
I feel completely exhausted.
I can’t go on like this, I want to quit.
It has happened several times in my life.
Shamefull I accept that I had wanted to quit every time I felt exhauseted
Everytime…
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need strength to walk
away from pleasure and pain
the remnants of our past
keep me connected to you
my brain thunders
with the memories
of our souls being as one
the connection everlasting
a fleeting hope of resurrection
pins me to you still
a false statement of contrition
tires my commitment
stop playing games
with my affection
break this hold
if it’s not real
please let me break free
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week 63
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