“We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chain.” Anne Sullivan
Her Own Work She lived in a shell of safety and hide, a place to huddle, though her body had shrunk to the bones of her lies, and she carried a mantra just behind her eyes that spoke of her life, stories invented to win over the unknowing crowd, lines of indulgence, the self to protect, a rebuttal, retort, you don't know what it's like was her constant refrain. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Male or female, young or old, far right or far left, rich or poor. Universal truth about many but not all.
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Yes, fortunately not too many who are like this. Thank you Pat 🙂
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What a sad existence. I would not want to know this person.
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I’d rather not know this person, but …. it is all her own work and at 93 she’s hardly going to change, sigh.
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I hear that sigh . . .
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Seems like the old adage “You made your bed, lie in it.” works here.
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Wow great poem – very cathartic I would presume – so well written
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Yes, dealing with the frustration and anger, it was indeed cathartic.
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