
I’m in that place again
a solitary prison of self-pity
dissolving in a room without windows
punishing the portrait of myself
Why do I repeatedly come here
to a place of unnecessary suffering
blotting out every light source
to the detriment of my soul
I’m like a vacant-eyed visitor
destined for undeniable destruction
welcoming a withering existence
as the world shuffles on
I could choose to chase the sunshine
become a ball of light myself
but what’s the fun in sunbeams
who always disappear into the dark
© 2024 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/street-lamp-night-solitary-824349/
This resonates so much with me! Good job! X
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Thank you… 😊
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Very well said 💓💓💓
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Thank you 😊
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You are welcome dear
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Wow. This is a great grappling post and poem M👍😊
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Thank you, I’m so very glad you enjoyed it. 😊
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I did😊🙏🙏
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love that last stanza, Michelle❣️
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Thank you, Cindy ❤️
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Michelle, poignantly said. It is more than OK to be solitary getting some me time. I actually cherish that. But, we need to make it a positive experience rather a self-defeating one. If there is truth behind these poignant words, I wish the best to find more solace. Take care, Keith
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Thank you, Keith. 🙂Your thoughtful words mean so much. I hope you’re doing well, my friend.
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Hugs…
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Thank you, Brad…no worries though. These are the things I write when I’m awake too early n lost in contemplative thought. I just need a good nights sleep. lol
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Good to know. Thanks for clarifying. 🌷
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