Nothing - it has meaning.
A personal experience of gleaning;
Sorting out moments of strength,
Wondering if they should be kept at arms length.
Contradictory desires,
Intentionally uninspired.
Situations dire?
Please set me on fire!
Wait, I didn’t mean that..
Excuse my emotions.
Hand me the next potion,
To deal with these waves of devotion.
Connect your dots.
Form your plots,
Of bringing me together
Just so I can better weather your weathers.
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Author:
fauxsabotage (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2025 19:14
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem of reflections for sure. Here complex terms are considered and their interrelationships. Well done
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