the inner me and
the outer me
how we mix and mingle
a tangle
seeming distant
often torn between
suffering and wish
motivation and despair
wisdom and foolishness
old man and child
content and discontent
yet accepting as
fallible and imperfect
just another
micrometre step along
mankinds path of confusion
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2022 07:08
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Interesting writing dusk ) makes me think about our inner child .. and that contrast between how we are perceived to be , and how we feel internally . Sitting in the middle of two different feelings , which one can we be .. which one do we want to be .
A good writing ,. Like it )
I do see your point. I think one's ego comes into play when we consider how we are perceived by others, probably more especially for women (or why would they wear make-up). As an old fogey of hideous appearance i don't have such worries and I'm quite happy if folk scatter screaming at the sight of me. (just kidding)
Brilliant stuff and perfect first read of the year!
Thank you my friend and may it be a bit less confusing for us all!
Plenty more to read my friend..... we're all a hotch-potch of stuff...... but good intentions are a good ingredient.
Beautiful write, Dusk.
Thank you Jerry
A human being. A wonderful read.
Yep, a real mix of everything... a human.... thank u Rozina.
We all have these differences within us d a but normally the better ones override the bad ones.
Andy
I know thats true for you and me but there's plenty others we hear about filling our prisons etc.
A brilliant reflection
Beautiful observation
Great going dear poet
It's just me, a subject I'm quite familiar with LOL. Thank you spiller
The most difficult thing in life is to write true judgments about itself
It requires courage and wisdom to mention it
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