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Will be absent until Jan 6th. Happy holidays to all!
Will be absent until Jan 6th. Happy holidays to all!
What is my story
Story-they say it's mine
Mine-but body feels taken
Taken-and it's my innocence
Innocence-and it's a child
Child-and she didn't understand
Understand-I do now
Now-I wish I would have fought
Fought-and it's my life
Life-and I'm still learning to claim it
It-what is it?
What is my story?
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Riddle? Obviously a traumatic event you have yet to recover from .
I'd say I'm in the process of recovering let us not discount that! Haha, I'd say often poetry involves riddles especially considering connotation...
Can't fault that. It would seem locally it obfuscates rather than clarifies.
Thanks I much appreciate the feedback
One is handed a hand full of clay some a little, some a lot, what they do with it is up to them. Your story, your choice. Well done NinjaGirl. Don't let anyone steal your clay.
I'll do my best to stay strong and take your advice!
Best of luck stay strong
🥷, this is powerful…raw and brave in every line. The way you move through the echoes of each word hits hard. Thank you for trusting the page with this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for reading and being a faithful supporter of me!
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