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Her wreckage huddled alone
awaiting transfusions of love,
older now in this moment
her years undone by a
burden so great
she cannot focus,
life blurring at her center,
frittering and fraying,
the thread of her meaning
unravelling before her,
unable to hold it
fearing soon she will
disappear from all view.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, poem, relationship
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Speaks to my soul 💕
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Thank you so much for sharing that.
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Beautiful Paul.
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Appreciate your encouraging words.
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Welcome!
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Intense poem here. Excellent
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Thank you so much for that.
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Beautiful
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Thank you for that.
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Your poetry reminds me of haiku — the way you’re able to pack so much emotion into just a few words. Well-done, Paul.
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Really appreciate your encouraging thoughts Janet.
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Powerfully poignant.
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Many thanks Kristian, appreciate your response.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Beautifully expressed the feeling of pain and losing oneself to life.
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I’ve met so many who this has inspired, its a horrible place to be, thank you Megha.
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Wow! I feel this exactly many times.
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O, that is not pleasant, I hope that changes for you.
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Very true to life. Well said.
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I have encountered so many hit hard, thank you for Sandy.
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Welcome!
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so many see themselves only through their relationship, so when it breaks down they feel their very life is ended … yet we are so much more 🙂
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Yes, some were never raised to face rejection in the first place. We are much more 😉
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I can almost feel her unbearable pain through your poem…
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a scene just before someone implodes from the weight they bear – heavy words sink deep Paul
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They certainly do Gina, and thank you for sharing.
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I feel it!
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Wow, thank you.
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Most welcome!
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It is a scene played out in most women’s lives, I think. Well-written, Paul!
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Sadly so and leads to trouble if not internally resolved, thank you Susi.
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Very true. You’re welcome, Paul!
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I can so relate to these times in life – so well put into words
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Yes, it sure happens
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