On a Sunday Spring morning- espresso coffee as Winter, Summer and Autumn.
An ‘’underactive’’ illness – being checked for 10 years or so.
Slowly waking up to another day of who knows? Without questions and queries of any kind- unless extremely necessary.
Soul in peace – with not spoken thoughts- I do know how I feel- do not feel the need to share it.
Not thinking about anything- still thoughts and flow. Personal Hygiene as essential.
No feeling of explaining myself to anybody- or need of any justification of any action.
On a Sunday morning- thoughts- perhaps- what it is necessary to say ……said.
Considered as ‘’low self-esteem’’ , what does it change? Too ‘’high self-esteem’’ what does it change?
On a Sunday Spring morning- cooler day- unstable-
No ups and downs – no longer- I allowed myself to weep- for love- I allowed myself to weep for sorrow- I allowed myself to scream as relief- I allowed myself to laugh if funny- I allowed myself to smile if ……I still allow myself all the above, the way I want, WHEN I want.
In peace with myself- no regrets- since…..when present in those moments of the past everything was the way it had to be. It is the way it has to be and it will be the way it has to be. Changes have to be accepted.
Those people who wanted to leave your path- quite fine- not woman of chasing- or pleasure of being chased with fake compliments. Actions are not there to grow.
Good listener – as I have always been. I probably hurt my passed away mother once – she forgave me long time ago- nothing serious.
Not suitable for ‘’flirting’ ’never, not even as teenager- no need- met those who understood. Very, very few I should say.
I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO DEPICT MYSELF AND NOBODY ELSE.
I have my own colours to depict myself- nobody has them. Humble does not mean ‘’at your service’’ or any ‘’solicited service’’ unless stated otherwise, for urgent matters.
Exchanging few words even in a long run does not make anybody my friend.
The rest could be asked- however through my life it hardly ever happened.
POINTLESS.
Do not make up what it is untrue, and if you DO- it is not flour of my sack.
THE REST- one question- one answer- provide a very shallow overview indeed-
I have my own colours to depict myself- love all of them.
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Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2025 05:24
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This poem in passing thoughts follows the flow of consciousness through the mind. A lovely flow of a stream to the present from the past.
Well said
Wow this is a diary of loneliness, despair, regret and final forgiveness. So many powerful revelations I don't feel it is appropriate fpr me to comment in detail.I did find some of the poem disturbing but completely honest. I applaud the courage needed to be so honest
WE MUST
That's a Lovely write, of processing thoughts and beliefs as they travel through life and their mind, I really like the last line, loving and valueing ones self is so important, enjoyed the read
Yet the colorless expense still lingers, void of the promised rainbow which haunted the suggestion, and the speaker is satisfied in themselves, the wealth or lack the emperor's new clothes, and I the child too young to know it is not nakedness. Fascinating and excellently rendered with lovely imagery and a curious poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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