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Pit of despair
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Pit of despair |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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That gypsy knows one step at a time leads her out from the pit of despair into the air to breathe, breathe in, freedom from love’s sad malady. How long, how long, she asks of no one before she misses all the weak spots that send her tumbling head over heels down to the bottom again? Time this time is not on her side and she knows to rush to the top but still there’s the fear weak spots will appear in places and times beyond her foresight. She ferrets somewhere for strength to endure and for patience to be certain and sure that where she treads is stable and set to bear the burden she must dissipate. There she goes! She’s made it halfway and tomorrow, tomorrow, perhaps tomorrow she’ll finally, finally, emerge unscathed from a pit that no longer exists! Helen / 19 December 2014 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Last line told the story, Helen. The adventures and misadventures of your gypsy is laced, always laced with despair and hope, two opposites. ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Conquer those weak spots, gypsy lady. You try hard enough to deserve success. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jerry and Redstart. It's a funny thing because I can't "feel" despair. I tried to feel angry the other day but, nope, no such luck. They are words and I know what they mean but I can't feel them. Something's wrong somewhere I guess because I do feel other things quite intensely. |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Everything starts unsteady and gains into something where we find our footing but everything is so unbalanced its hard to gain the footing. nice write. RS |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I have no words left for you Honey.I learned as a child that I had to take care of myself. Became so independent that I was able to embroider colorful daisies around the holes in my life. Took the love I was given and gave back more. But life is not always fair and it brings with the living a lot of sad. I think I was fortunate that I was too busy most all of these years and only now am I starting to remember the sad that was in the past. Nothing to do about it at this late date, so a book and a cozy seat by a sunny window is about all I need. Love to you I enjoy your writing. |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Strong and powerful writing, Honeybunch! I'm impressed! If only it's exactly what she needs. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you RS, Jo and Gale. I do very much appreciate your comments. Life is such a funny thing but I guess we're in in for better or for worse and the trick is to just roll with the punches. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
That's what I'm trying to do, Helen. Haven't the strength for anything else. Feeling your view point. Ida |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Those pits of despair won't resist for long, if you increase the quantity of love you reserve for yourself, dear Helen. It's important that you put your feelings into words and you are so good at it really! But then every new day asks for your attention with all its new possibilities.  Merry Christmas, dear Helen! Love and hugs. Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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