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Who?
The black sheep of the family
A niched closet of stuffed plushies
A blackboard as a center piece for fantasy
Each plushy listens intently
Connected kitchen, windowed
In light of a different type,
Slips under the door - as time slows
No one can touch your dreams or archetype
As this moment expands
Into white light,
Clarifying the depths of your mind
Purifying your sight
Soon to collide with the ordeals
Of a world,
Wanting you to fail
And fold
Telling you
You’re not good enough
To
Dream
A
Dream:
But who are they?
Published 21st Apr 2022
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21st Apr 2022 8:18am
Dear CO,
Wonderful message in this piece. If only each of us were strong enough to push away those negative voices and people. I think your poem is insightfully observant in realizing we can do anything we set ourselves to doing. Lovely write. H🌷
Wonderful message in this piece. If only each of us were strong enough to push away those negative voices and people. I think your poem is insightfully observant in realizing we can do anything we set ourselves to doing. Lovely write. H🌷
21st Apr 2022 8:09pm
