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once I used
to live in a jungle
I think
I spent my time
wading off emotions
spiders and mosquitoes
crying
the light was
hardly shining
emotions were
too thick
I needed a machete
cutting off some thoughts
new emotions started
to grow tall and lean
fewer the ivy
now I live
in a green pasture
sunshine on a clear sky
and the occasional
thorn bush
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Reblogged this on whatevertheyaint and commented:
I like this very much.
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Thank you for commenting and reblogging!
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yes, a machete. i need one too. beautiful.
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LOL, I like your attitude. once you are there, wanting a machete to cut off unhealthy thoughts and emotions, you are very close to the freedom of the open sky. best to you.
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a sharp machete. Nice.
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Beautiful
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Wow, this poem really spoke to me! I love the metaphor! Beautifully talented! Keep on writing! 🙂
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Happy it did! Grateful for your comment and encouragement, I will, thank you.
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Reblogged this on Receive Grace 2 Show Grace and commented:
Beautiful piece! 🙂
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