Tag: #Breaking
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Bending instead of breaking? Part One
So many times lately, I have been approaching my desk grudgingly, forcing a degree of false enthusiasm that will hopefully carry me through the day. The idea, of course, is that faking it will encourage the real thing, just as it has done so many times before. As I say, this usually works, but not…
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Breaking Heaven… #Poetry
Breaking Heaven I am hiding under a wing until my mind has grownUntil I know what to do with the life given to meI am small, curled into a ballMy limbs thin, as yet ungrownI see myself walking, running, playing in the park.My mother sits on a bench speaking with anotherShe cannot see the wings…