#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 17 17.11.22
Prompt: Write a risk poem
What If? The likelihood, the possibility of the consequence of an outcome, beyond the insurance sales person's caramel voice, or the indulgent sentinel parent's selfish shrill lie, maybe the well meaning cheer squad of a loved one, that one should hang the worry, cast fate to the wind, have a go, take a leap, besides, what could possibly happen, and if it did go wrong, would it matter, but what of the ignominy, the bare exposure of the fail, or the grief of the miss, it wouldn't be the public gaze, simply my interior knowing that the risk might, could, result in my own sense of failure. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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One’s own sense of failure can be the most daunting.
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So true LuAnne
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Qui ne risque rien n’a rien.
(Who risks not, gains not)
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Yes indeed, and thank you Brian 🙂
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When it’s a risk to grow, it should always be internal and made ours to own. 🙂
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O that is so true Astrid, yes indeed 🙂
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Interesting poem
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Thank you
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