We all make mistakes
no such thing as big or small
they are all lessons
big, valuable lessons
We pick up the pieces
little by little
often, dragging them along
for decades
A river of thoughts
frozen emotion
icy tears
brutal scars
Our 3 am
... thoughts
our only...
... companion
... words
unspoken...
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Author:
Alta H Mabin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 30th, 2019 01:27
- Category: Reflection
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It's difficult if we can't seem to move on beyond them.
Meanwhile - no one seems to move on beyond my singing. It scars them for life! lol.
It is a journey, somewhat beautifully sad. We learn with every single step for sure. Oh, I think you better send a recording of a lullaby...xxx
Aww, but why people fall to pieces, and then have to pick up those pieces, when I begin to sing?! heehee.
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Those broken pieces are part of our experience in life and in life experience cannot be taught.
Absolutely, thanks Goldfinch. x
true enough..... and well said say's I ....
Thanks so much, Neville.xxx
Picking up pieces can often take much more time than any of us realize - good points made Alta.
Thank you, lovely Fay. xxxxxxx
They are the making of us.
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