At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night, the night we choose a poem.

“My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds.”
Are There? Are there any monographs that redefine the necessity of resisting the noise that always seems to consume our minds, confusing interpretations with facts, a rupture of feelings that are always there, the rhetorical intrusion like a stark winter skyline which we know is the wound we carry? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
I doubt there are any such monographs!
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I suspect as much, I think we are in a holding pattern, hopefully not (as you say over there – groundhog day).
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Over here, it feels like we’re in the eye of the hurricane–any slight shift in the wind, and all hell will break loose.
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That sounds awful, so unnerving
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It is.
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The mind is a funny thing, as it mixes memories with imagination and sometimes it is hard to tell what is real.
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I believe that we always carry deep inside our deepest wounds. Thanks for joining in. Have a good weekend.
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Thank you Grace
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Many thanks 🙂
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I agree with Liz’s comment. Thanks for sharing, Paul! Enjoy a beautiful weekend! xx Michael
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My pleasure, thank you very much Michael 🙂
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And it is usually the drama that is capitalized upon!
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Sadly so Dwight, thank you for sharing.
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You are welcome!
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What a deep and profound poem – I love it
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Thank you so much .
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