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“My grief lies all within.” Richard ll (William Shakespeare)
Was I? Was I acting out all those years when contention was the main course, when the presenting narrative was dressed, nurtured anger, the defence of victim in the guise of one wounded, worried, caring, burdened, concerned, responsibility assumed, how smooth, how blind, how real, perfectly flawed, what was I hiding, distracting, what was I wanting, needing, is that how I was? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Are these rhetorical questions?
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In a way they are, for the reader, but for me they are true.
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Wow – such a deep reflective and vulnerable poem
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Thank you so much
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Sounds like a deep, dark night of the soul.
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Very much in that vein, the ghost of Christmases past.
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The pain of Christmases past perhaps? I heard a funny quote: “God forgive us our Christmases as we forgive those who Christmas against us.” Holidays can bring out the best and the worst in us!
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It is exactly so Lynn, I was reflecting on my less mature years and the roles we all play in dysfunctional family. I love that quote – I get that 🙂 Many thanks Lynn.
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