Precarious Soul

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Precarious Soul

The storm raged all night in my heart,
and it felt as if the very breath of me
had escaped as if a deflated balloon.
And I stood on the precipice of rejection,
the cracks in my soul so precarious
I might fall into myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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21 responses to “Precarious Soul

  1. So the first thought I had on reading this well crafted poem, Paul, was “If we fall into ourselves, do our egos inflate or deflate? Either one taken to extremes probably would be a catastrophe.”

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  2. So true. Sometimes i think hiding ourselves into ourselves is the best ever. Michael

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  3. This is so good! I relate!

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  4. This packs so much power in so few words, Paul. It has to be my favorite to date.
    Thank you.

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  5. Very moving! There are a lot of broken hearts out there.

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  6. lync56

    A sad poem describing heart arch so well


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  7. Nasuko

    How is you! 😀

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  8. deep … glad you recovered 🙂


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