I recognize your face
Longing for freedom
Submerged in a life
Forbidden of change
The mirror stares back
Unyielding in its curse
For destiny cannot deny
What the universe allows
To forsake the chosen course
Is as foolhardy as the thought
And death would surely enjoy
The aftermath of the volition
So count your numbered days
And live them while you can
The voyage to the other side
Will never carry you home
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/desktop-people-human-hand-man-3170198/
What a beautiful poem… ❤
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Thank you 🙂
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Very good one
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Thank you 😁
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Always happy to share your words with followers, Dear M!!
xoxo
😘💖🌹
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May the winds of change fill your sails and steer your voyage to safe and sandy shores….
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❤️
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Count your numbered days!
This is a lovely poem, and a very good message
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Thank you Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome 😉
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