When Jaye called me into the office to see Sue’s new word and picture for the #writephoto challenge, my first thought was, no thanks, I’ll give that one a miss.
What could I say about the word Stark?
I wrote a poem called Hope, that seemed to sum up the meaning of Stark to me.
This morning, Jaye called out each comment to me as I sat in the living room. I was feeling low, so each comment blew me away.
I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I had just finished the #BlogBattle challenge, called Education, all about how hard learning had been for me when I was at school. All your lovely comments were music to my ears.
I wanted to jump on my time machine to tell all my old teachers about it.
Daft I know, I should be over it by now. Being made to feel a fool all those years ago must have left a strange mark on my psyche.
Most of the time, it is quite well buried, so today I need to thank each and every one of you who took the time to say how my poem Hope, made you feel.
The word Hope laced each of you together in the one big hug that I felt this morning.
Well written. Good thoughts
Superb, Anita, both language and message. x
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Amazing message of hope in your words. A Beautiful poem.
Resilience is a wonderful thing 💜
Gorgeous Anita!! Very healing words and thoughts!❤️❤️
I like both the darkness within your words and the light flitting through them. Well done Anita!
Breathtaking! ❤️
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Beautiful and so hopeful!
Wow! ❤