Why is it so hard to be alone
So painful
Like a stinging nettle grasping my bones
Some days it collapses my frame
And ill never understand it
Instead I live with it
These traumatic incidences
That push me further outside the fences
Watching others parade around inside
Switching partners in misinformed lines
The dogs bite my wings
And I’m off flying again
To land in another meadow
Alone I stay, alone I go
Misery is not my company
Neither is happiness
I step along the stones of shifting circumstances
Isolated
Yet always waiting
For hands.
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i so feel this with you SG
hugs xx
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Hugs 💜
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But when you do fly your wings are so beautiful and they make me so proud to know you. I will keep wishing for you to not be alone any longer, Beautiful SisterHeart. 💜
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I have been using my wings to come back up. I will be just as I should be- with wisdom to know the difference ;))
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🙂 ❤
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“stinging nettle grasping my bones.”
That is some powerful phrase and an amazing poem.
Thank you.
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Thank you so much Johanna! :))
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Thank you for sharing :))
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I wanted to see where you started from
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Thank you Paul!
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youre welcome
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Damn, I love this. “Misery is not my company, Neither is happiness.” That is awesome writing. I salute you Souldier girl.
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Thank you so much. I beam with smiles when I read your comments here :))
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Smiling. You deserve it. You are very good.
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Well now I am smiling too :)) thank you so much- you are so kind.
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Smile
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