She stepped cautiously along her path, the slippery slope of her worth
The summer sun melting remnant childlike curiosity, evaporating her last droplets of glimmer and shine
A balance of steps between logic and hope
A wish for belonging, self-preservation, quenching love and solace
She reminded herself that her thirst will be her assured slip, the last bump to a bottom she already knows
In her caution she stopped and questioned
Why is she entertaining less than love, when worth is her only home
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I love when your poems appear on my email. This one is so timely as Im just embarking on a new future as I split up with my partner and need to find a new home. I will remember my worth. Thankyou.
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Thank you, so kind. Wishing you the best on your transition to a new home and journey.
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Thankyou and keep posting your work.
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Alisa, lovely metaphor. It is nice to see you back. You have been missed. Keith
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Thank you, Keith. Have thought of you often! Hoping (I have been saying this for the past 2 years lol) that I can start to create some more space for writing again. I miss it.
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Alisa, your writing has been missed. Keith
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Nice to see you Alisa, missed your words…
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Awe, thanks Marts! Hope you are doing well. 🙂
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I am well and pushing covid aside all is well in Trinidad… I hope things are fine with you too…
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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A poem filled with emotional nuances that speak almost louder than words. With this poem you speak to my heart.
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