You cannot heal me with your broken words,
smothered by your good intentions all renewal withers.
I shall be well
when the taste of life explodes in my heart
like sherbet on a tongue.
I am not your responsibility, I am my own
I cultivate my own garden
and what pleases me shall flourish
you cannot decide what I should keep
that choice is mine
and with it I will find redemption.
© ceenoa
An anthem to independence and self-discovery. Wonderful piece.
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Thank you Olga. I’m very flattered by your lovely comment.
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No idea Huh? I think it certainly says “Keep off my patch” {Just hope it wasn’t me that inspired it!}
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No, it was just a random need that happened in the midst of a solitaire game last night. I tried to ignore it, but it insisted. I still don’t know what it means.
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Nor do I, but it’s a great piece of poetry. Makes you think, which is what poetry is all about, isn’t it? 🙂
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Thanks Hugh, just not sure what it makes me think about 🙂 Hope you have a nice weekend.
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