flared conflagrations despite the earth below and clouds on top deeply buried resentment finds expression at last Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
Finding Expression
flared conflagrations despite the earth below and clouds on top deeply buried resentment finds expression at last Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
broken pieces of my soul put together in different ways to create a composite whole I fear invisible cracks to resurface and claim mind space in different roles characters I build shadows of the core blossoming in different shapes mountains built from moles Reena's Exploration Challenge #Week 38
my death beckons pure wisdom at life’s fag end nirvana attained, but too late I leave behind torrential rains, but no flowers Sunday Writing Prompt -Collage Prompt #41
"This house has been under construction for long." "Actually, construction stopped years ago. The couple who was building it separated." "Ohhh! They could have sold it off….." "No. The man is waiting for the perfect partner to arrive, so that he can re-plan and reconstruct his dream home." I walked away with a sigh. Perfection … Continue reading Life under construction
peony in my bag only color, no fragrance lips shine with gloss Haikai Challenge #36

It was like a hand from the grave would reach out and grab me, and it took all my will power to free myself once again.
This was how it felt during the first weeks of separation from my marriage.
Every trick in the book was used to lure me back into a marriage that had long failed.
There were two sets of forces, my ex and my younger children. The younger children were at an age where they wanted a family like everyone else’s. My younger daughter made that plain to me at the time.
My older children knew the situation well, they had watched me suffer psychological and physical torment and knew I had to get out of that environment.
For my ex it was the shame of publicly acknowledging the failure of the marriage. She wanted respectability; she wanted our community to know it was my entire…
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dark fears of being overpowered light up corners of my psyche. childhood memories of voices saying I was no good unacceptable in original form they dressed me in clothes of subservience to comply with social norms. I couldn’t see how inner demons would be caged floating out in the cold the … Continue reading Warriors of the dark
dark vacuums between us warmed, as you flashed enigmatic smiles wherever you go, the world will go I thought as we covered last miles silence I saw as strength was empty shattering pillars of belief the world will go, wherever you go being alone is such a relief I celebrate my inner light … Continue reading Such a relief….
You complete my thoughts. Life has never been more symmetrical. Writing Prompt provided by Sammi Cox at Weekend Writing Prompt
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 39

Challenge
This week, I give you a poem, and you write a piece in any format based on that thought process. Go against the flow, if that is what you genuinely feel, and make your point.
