There’s magic in feeling hope; the dark shadows of your mind part to allow in the light—holy guacamole, feeling that spark of wanting to live again is glorious! I smile at the peaceful birds up in the sky, floating around a fluffy cloud. Reflecting on the cross I had to bear, I could only feel resentment and despair. But now, choosing to go beyond my dour feelings, my mind is clear like the water I would scoop up into my hand from a well. I’m feeling languid and not restless anymore. The opening of the games will fare better now.


Your strength comes through in this. Lovely poem, Susi!
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Thanks so much, Sara! :)
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Loved finding “holy guacamole” here!
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:) tee hee
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Very nice Susi! Quite peaceful.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Christine!
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Wow! Masterful piece expressing resolve, Susi.
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<3 I appreciate that, Eugenia! Thank you.
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You’re welcome, Susi.
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