A pawn in this game,
We’re played and we’re slaughtered.
Our energy flows,
And by most we’re only bothered.
Competition too thick,
Our humanity gets chipped,
We let ourselves drown,
At the crack of a whip.
But what if there’s more?
If it’s hidden inside us.
Yet to be tapped into,
But, ohhhh when we do!
The feel will be glorious,
Breaking through, breaking free.
The capability is within you,
I already know it’s within me.
-Didi Oviatt
Beautiful!!
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Thank you! ❤
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I can relate to this poem, Didi. Man’s worst enemy is man himself.
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I couldn’t agree more. It’s kind of a bitter sweet conundrum, isn’t it 😐
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Sister! Amazing! Teach me something, please…
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Thanks Utsav! Write what’s in your heart my friend! XOXO
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What it means ‘XOXO’?
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Hugs and kisses 😉
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HEY Am I seeming that type of boy? I love your writing. I am asking you to teach me poetry not like you said ‘XOXO’. Will you teach me poetry? Not XOXO!
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I’m not a teacher, my friend. Sorry
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I am Sorry. I reacted very bad to your comment. Sorry, sister!
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No worries at all 😊
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That’s the spirit I like about sisters!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BRAVO! ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT-! 😀 ❤
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Thank you!!
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Very welcome you are!
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