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BLOCKED
Trapped by my mind
No
Trapped in my mind
Burgeoning thought stifled
smothered by
worry
anxiety
stress
FEAR
choked, panicking
No
Panicked by
Absolutely
Everything
Breath suffocating in my breast
Heart sore
Soul sickness
I can...
Can I?
May I?
Why am I asking You for permission
Story of
my life
Story
Just stop!
Stop.
Stop seeking self worth
Not
from self
is there worth? inside?
Scared
Terrified
Certain (?)
there
isn't
No matter what others
say
frightened there
might not be
Any substance to me
Children my only anchors
holding
my ephemeral self
Loving me
just
because
I am Mother
Thank you sighing Relief
Best Measurers of Worth
Believable
Honest
Love even when I feel
un
worthy
My worth must be GREAT
must be exceptional
to have produced
birthed
nurtured
privileged to love
and embrace these miraculous treasures
priceless
wee
creatures (no matter how old and tall they grow)
Published 5th Jul 2014
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5th Jul 2014 5:48am
5th Jul 2014 7:34am
5th Jul 2014 1:31pm
What a creative format n a truly wonderful
way to express love for your children...I can certainly relate to that! :)
way to express love for your children...I can certainly relate to that! :)
5th Jul 2014 6:45pm
5th Jul 2014 9:13pm
5th Jul 2014 7:09pm
Cool writing - when we look at them we know sometime somewhere we must have done something good - these little souls can show us our better selves - thanks for this emotive write
5th Jul 2014 9:22pm
Thank you, whale, luv. :-* You are completely accurate here. What I have found utterly miraculous is that no matter how old (I have two: one of mine is 22 now, the other 5), I am still shown my better self continuously by both of them.
5th Jul 2014 10:08pm
6th Jul 2014 8:55am
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5th Jul 2014 8:26pm
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5th Jul 2014 9:31pm
Ahhh, Jack-Tex, every day, I fall a little more...
You tempt my veriest soul.
Never. Never would I adopt you, Jack; I'd be no kind of mother at all to you. It'd be debauchery of the very worst sort instead.
You tempt my veriest soul.
Never. Never would I adopt you, Jack; I'd be no kind of mother at all to you. It'd be debauchery of the very worst sort instead.
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5th Jul 2014 9:53pm
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6th Jul 2014 8:13am
6th Jul 2014 8:52am
Ah, Fenom (DiscipleofLife), I, too, am a single parent. We understand one another, simpatico. Thank you, luv. :-*
