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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
Paul,
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I love your posts.
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Well, that is truly mutual. Thank you so much for letting me know.
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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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Yes, difficult result either way, nice observation Paul, thanks for adding to the convo.
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So true. Sometimes i think hiding ourselves into ourselves is the best ever. Michael
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I guess sometimes there’s no choice – for some, difficult issue for some. Many thanks Michael.
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This is so good! I relate!
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If only it weren’t so. Thank you Stella for sharing.
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True. You’re welcome!
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This packs so much power in so few words, Paul. It has to be my favorite to date.
Thank you.
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Thank you, very encouraging, and appreciated Sandy.
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You are welcome.
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Many thanks Douglas
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Very moving! There are a lot of broken hearts out there.
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Yes, many broken hearts. Thank you Tom for that.
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A sad poem describing heart arch so well
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Yes, real ache.
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How is you! 😀
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I’m fine, but I did reflect on the reality of that feeling from some time ago.
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deep … glad you recovered 🙂
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