We keep circling back to the same place. The same feeling. The same notions. Why? What lesson was I meant to learn that I didn't? Not the first time. Not the second or the third either. What am I not seeing?
It's hard not to break under the strain. But it's even harder to take the decision to give up. What if I never learn the lesson? Will it stay this way? The fear makes this so much worse. All the circling. I want to learn the lesson. I want to change. What am I missing?
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Picture Poetry
PoetrySometimes life isn't just words. It's colour, texture, sounds, smells and sights. Living life means being open to each of these elements, and if you are, then the poetry is constantly in motion. Whenever I travel, or see something that motivates me...
