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FROM THE SINK

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Sometimes, you learn to be frugal, humble,and patient,

Sometimes, life beats you down so hard you can't get up,

It shreds you into pieces that take forever to piece back together.

 

Piece by piece, you glue,

Only to come undone, for your tears are stronger than your will,

Brimming with them, they cut and cut,

Leaving behind an empty and aching heart ,

That only time and humility can heal,

Can make whole again.

 

So you hope, hope that tomorrow will be better than today,

Tomorrow, surely I' ll get up and wash the dishes,

For they're starting to stare from the sink.

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◄ A SATURDAY

BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF THE STORM ►

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Naomi

Thu 5th Dec 2024 17:52

Thanks Hélène!

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Hélène

Thu 5th Dec 2024 11:32

Oh, those dishes! Both a scolding chore and a soapy balm for the tired soul. One dish at a time....emotions and dishes get sorted. Like Marla, I appreciated the combined feeling/domestic image in this poem. Well done!

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Naomi

Thu 5th Dec 2024 06:42

Thanks Marla for your kind words!

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Marla Joy

Thu 5th Dec 2024 00:48

Naomi, love the reality of heart ache mixed with doing the dishes. Well done. Marla

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