Why do I choose to be in pain and heart ache when the space that occupies my body is mine.
Nothing outside can touch my space
I make my own soup
my own chemistry
But still
Sometimes I choose to be in pain and heartache
Why
I sit on my porch while My dog sleeps peacefullly
Something I wish i could do
The sun sets like A dying ember
But every morning it rises
And still I choose the pain
Within myself
Even though all around me is beauty
Beauty of nature
The birds chirping
The trees blowing
It’s so beautiful all around me
But still inside
my soup
I concoct despair
Why
The flowers are still blooming outside
The trees aren’t whining after the storm
I’m too much in my head
Not realizing the consciousness I was blessed with
This is a blessing or a demise
But the choice is always mine..
How will I allow this consciousness to bloom
Will I allow it to flower
or will I fight the current of life and cause it to wither and die
No no
Let me be the flower
That Wethers the storm
Trusting that the sun will come and dry the rain
The wind will stop
And the flow will allow me to flourish and bloom every season
Coconut Kitty 
I could relate. I think we all experienced this at some time.
Thanks 🙏🏽 Diana 🥰
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I love th
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I would do anything if I was given the chance to make you happy
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Touching, but there should be “a” s in “weather”
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Intriguing 🤔……. A poet an artist 🧑🎨 a beauty an object, desiring no doubt to be more, not forgotten; a desire to be free, a will to be often, a giver a taker her heart chained and so guarded; a muffin today we know not tomorrow, an apple her eyes but a flame or a fire.
-Percy
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I do not wish to share intriguing poem, it was intended to be shared between artists. Thanks
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You have a beautiful soul, and that’s more important than your body
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You have a beautiful soul. Hang in there, love is always there
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You are the dream of every man you are too beautiful. Not only your body your eyes and your face are amazing post sometimes picture of you smiling
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Bravo! This may be your best work to date. (Just my Opinion.) As I read and reread your poem I kept thinking of Paul Tillich and his “Courage to Be”. You may find it interesting and it may provide you with validation. I read it 7x’s, thinking I missed something, but “No” just wasn’t the answer I was hoping for. I think you got it! The courage to be is a choice you make at each moment as you find yourself at the edge of the precipice of the abyss . I’ve read about some of your life and I find you impressive. I look forward to your continued sharing of your life story and your soul.
If it applies, Happy Belated Mother’s Day!
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Thank you angel 💙
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