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Freedom From The Past
“Dead family walking!”
The family was chaotic from day one.
They being an absentee, alcoholic father, and a probably-suffering-from-a-mental-illness mother not understanding love.
A child being cheated out of something before her existence had ever really begun.
So many unusual life lessons played out where mediocrity would flourish.
Determined small steps tested the authorities; she tried where she could.
Her willingness to rise above engaged with her persistently in the aftermath of their lives.
She took control of all in her realm, determined to do what was best.
The past is now safely in the rear-view mirror.
Today promised ever-increasing clarity going forward.
Three Day Quote Challenge – Day 3
Today’s quote is the final one in this challenge.
“What I’m looking for in my interaction is critical thinking on the part of the person pitching to me.”
Brad Feld
Here are the Rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
3. Nominate three bloggers each day.
Here are my nominees:
Three Day Quote Challenge – Day 2
Today’s quote is the second in this challenge.
“Pain is what creates my music.”
Pink
Here are the Rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
3. Nominate three bloggers each day.
Here are my nominees:
Three Day Quote Challenge – Day 1
Hello writers,
I was nominated for The Three Day Quote Challenge by The Rendevous Club. Thank you for for the nomination!
“Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.”
Marcus Aurelius
Here are the Rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
3. Nominate three bloggers each day.
Here are my nominees:
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Guest post by Terry Susi
One of the most creative people I know, and love!
You ask for my Darkness
That which devours my soul
But do you have the strength to bare
What hides in this Cold
Layers
Upon Layers
Of lies that I’ve told
Protecting the truth of what
Feeds here and grows
Would you thrust your own light
Into the Void that is mine
Or try to Retreat
From the Secrets you find
And what if
You become
The Haunted One
Your own light dimmed down by
My monstrous one
What if the Whispers from
My darkest part
Are as knives that pierce through
Your beating heart
Words into Weapons
To rip you apart
You ask for my Darkness yet
The cost is severe
You must give up your Light
To See
What lurks here
