I swallow my words, a slow-moving bitter taste.
Full of broken glass that burns my veins.
A storm raging inside, a fire that cannot be quenched.
Fuelled by anger, disappointment, loss,
a life lived too long.
The past doing what it does best,
haunting, stirring the mind to self-destruct.
Ghosts of those once loved smooth the sharp edges
of the hills and troughs dug by bitter memories.
It is better to have loved.
A life lived without is a hollow bubble.
The space inside too hard to handle.
So my friend if love is offered,
Take it, keep it safe.
Don’t live life in an empty bubble…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Love is all there is. Well expressed
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So true…
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When love is offered take it and keep it safe. Words worth a reminder. Thanks, Anita.
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Glad you liked Anita’s lovely poem, John…
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Yes it was a good one. I think sometimes I think most of us feel we’ve lived too long when thinking of those who are no longer with us. 😁
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I am having trouble trying not to wonder how much time I have left. Just curious really…
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I did one of those health surveys a while back that said I would live until I was 82. (Lots of DNA factors) If so, I have two more years which would make me the longest living direct descendent male in our family. So there is that.😁
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Anita says you will make it to 100…
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Hahaha. Tell her thanks. 😁
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