your voice was sternand expression hardwhen you askedwhat or whom was I mourning I learnt it for the first time -Grief needed social sanctionI was not allowed to feel sorryabout things that fell outsidesocial sanctorums you said, show me a womanwho behaves the way I domy embarrassing existencewas to be kept under wraps I only … Continue reading No approval required
Who would think that awful b---h could have been a victim of abuse? The black diary reveals that she was a plaything for the top boss, who executed his wicked plans through her. How do ya’ know all this? Read the news item - A search of the woman’s desk revealed previously unknown details about … Continue reading Dignity
“The Six Sentence Bistro Café is closed for the week” – Nope, it isn’t, but I wish it were. The regulars are all there, waving at me, and the bartender is moving on roller skates with a tray delicately balanced in expert hands. I stare at the white expanse on my screen and feel nothing. … Continue reading Closed for the week?
Welcome back! Thanks for the divine responses last week! A special mention for Nancy's poem. Let's appreciate and applaud. The quiet moment shattered, all at once.A shiver, then a wave, so cold and fast.My heart a drum, my breath a frantic bird.The world grew small, a tight and fearful space. I fought it then, with … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #401
Romantic love toweringover journeysit stands tall Familial love navigatetwisted pathwaysto accept Self-love buildstrong foundationslife meets love Unrequited love Cool-not everyoneIs born lucky Enduring/timeless love lightawaits youend of tunnels Friday Fictioneers W3 Prompt #179
I bow in gratitude to the silent skill of the paddle in cutting through the currents. I admire its strength in going against the stream and taking the boat ahead. paddle fightssteering aspirantsbeyond nightsdark to dawnDestinations stretch to meetdetermination It teaches us how to navigate life when we face resistance. It takes a will to … Continue reading Paddle fights
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I’m not inebriated, just a little dizzy. losing myself in an oceanIs an addictionNo judgmentNo expectations Swaying to soundinhaling smokedimmed consciousnessawakening spirits I’m not an addict, just a seeker. What Do You See #308
His granddaughter was born with a speech defect. He is pained, notwithstanding that his wife was not allowed to have a voice. Weekend Writing Prompt #435
There’s someone out therein the intensive care unitmoving between two worldsinducing anxietyand a little fatiguewith the uncertainty-we stopped countingdays or weeksbut the mounting hospital bill speaks I reflect on the relationshipShe said her life was perfectand made listeners feelinadequate I think about how shatteredloved ones would feel without her-I take pride in my other-nesslove for … Continue reading On the Verge
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