Like goods at the market,
my emotions are for barter.
Seeking an escape,
Anything to avoid future grief.
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Athiests turned to prayer,
Extraverts seeking society.
Personalities and beliefs,
traded for emotional sanctuary.
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This is the cost of grief,
an overwhelming emotional toll.
That is better switched off at the source,
then dealt with in the morrow.
The Red mist takes control,
Brow furrowed, Veins popping, Cascading Sweat.
A man completely fouled by emotion,
Seeking anyone to blame.
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This isn’t fair,
The mask worn,
Once denial was torn.
Limitless resentment.
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Linger in the darkness,
Fuelled by your hatred.
Ignore rational thought,
And give in to your blame.
Absent minded I watch,
numbed to any sound.
Keeping emotions locked awar,
fearful for their looming escape.
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This was not my destiny,
A life meant for purpose and discovery,
Now lost and empty.
A shell now forgotten.
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Denying is my choice,
A human instinct to protect.
Time heals all,
only if you let it in.
Crystal clear and serene,
Flat, transparent and perfectly blue
Impossible to tell where the reflection ends and the water begins,
The entry to Heaven.
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The Essence of life,
The Habitat to many,
The Centre of society,
Water brings us all together – for better of worse.
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Falling leaves breaks the surface,
Ripples sent to all four corners,
There is a disturbance in the force,
I have a bad feeling about this.
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The wind picks up dramatically.
Ripples are spread .
Death and destruction,
Water brings all things.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
“The only person you need to answer to is yourself.”
I love this idea. We spend so long living in self doubt on how others would judge us that we never even try.
Try that new idea. Try that new look. Try to follow our dreams…
Well enough is enough! I say rise up, find what makes you whole and commit to it without question.
Let’s start our journeys together!
The StoryTeller 