opportunity doesn’t knock, it slithers,
it wriggles and burrows with its chattering teeth,
until it tunnels down, down, down,
clawing and eating away at my insides –
and I feed it
I nourish it with eyes that see,
but pretend not to,
with haunting excuses hovering in wait,
gathering to lock fingers and create a wall no human could possibly scale
alone
they hide my most precious secret
knees to chest,
arms wrapped tightly around,
and eyes unable to meet yours –
don’t see me
I am not what you think
(I am not what I wish I was)
-image via Pinterest
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wow!! beautiful lines. Truly an inspiration.
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Thank you so much, Siddhartha. I’m humbled. 💜
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Beautifully done and a little heart wrenching.
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Thank you, Eric. 💜
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Wow, sis!
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Shame is so powerful. Thanks, Rita.
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Yes, it is.
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This is a wonderful poem, Angela…very moving. The picture is beautiful too.
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Thank you, Holly. I loved the art piece too.
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