I alone must
stand my ground
dig my tattered toes
into the gravely mound
that shifts
and lacerates
tender feet and heart
time and time again
bend my knees
loosen hips and sway
in hurricanic gales
imbibe frigid sips
of now
swallow down
seasick of futures past
release ghastly
ghostly fearful hoping
from hands
palm-scar-clenching
shrug off despair
in shoulders
strengthening
as the weight
of the world
sloughs off
raise fatigued
triumphant arms
welcoming
the tempest
elevate
tearstained earnest face
devour
the deluge
Photographer: unknown
lovely
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Yes! Strength right there!
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Thank you! Working on it!
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It’s interesting how it comes in waves… one day can feel full of strength and the next feels like your are drowning. It’s a daily battle ❤
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Absolutely!
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All three of you are so right.
Aurora, beautiful description of your triumphs. A little better each day is all you need.
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It’s a back-and-forth kind of thing 🙂 and it certainly helps to have a cheering section!
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I have the poem poems! Lol
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Oh em gee! Indeed you do 🙂 now we just need to find you the right outfit
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A kilt? And vest?
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Sure. Do you play bagpipes?
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I think I could figure them out, maybe. And here’s where I get the kilt and vest.
https://www.verillas.com/man/
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Lol. That sounds like you are all prepared 🙂
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Haha… I’d probably be more into the mandolin, or a drum. I’m also prepared for the inevitable ‘is he or isn’t he’ that accompanies the wearing of a kilt.
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Probably less likely if you actually wear it in Ireland
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That reminds me… I need to get a passport.
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Yes if you don’t have one yet hurry up before Trump decides that you’re an alien of some sort!
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Are nephilim aliens?
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I’m pretty sure Trump’s definition is ever-changing and consists primarily of anyone that doesn’t worship him so I don’t know
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It aches where my wings were once attached.
lol it’s the title of a post I wrote.
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I haven’t read that one yet but I will
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I don’t want to hijack your post. It was sort of an inside joke with someone, maybe now an inside my head joke, that I am a fallen angel with wings removed, dreaming of flying once again.
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I have faith you will fly again
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That is a powerful and uplifting belief from you. 🙂 Thank you.
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Deadly serious
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Uh oh.. I think that… oh.. yes… I believe he just smiled, broadly.
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Awesome!
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