Isn't it funny how we have/had all the answers when we were young? I go back and look at stuff, recall conversations, and I had so much right, then I lost it, and had to relearn it, it's like we go insane, I remember watching the adults when I was 10 and their escapades around relationships and drinking seemed -so- idiotic, all the pain they suffered, all their tedious little neurosis, then 15 years later, there I am, mad as a hatter.
Beautiful poem, very prescient
Thank You...for a few things, thank you Danielle, I see you
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Thank you all & each of you, your acknowledgement touches me deeply xx Yes, can relate indeed, Andrew! Baffled by my own soul's demise that was resurged & disciplined through our steps. I resented the program awhile for trying to teach me what I thought I already knew but apparently not hey when I had ideals I couldn't live up to anyway!
I wanted to post this poem as I'm going through a sort out, downsizing & trying to allow myself to grow out of the past as I ready to move into my new home with Carl. I've thrown out some things I don't think it was wise to & that included my poetry from my teenaged angst years when I was raw, pure & empassioned.
To help me accept the loss I thought I'd share at least this one that I kept with you. It is hard to truly know what to keep & what to let go of when endeavoring to move forward. Some stuff, memories can never be enough. Lasting Love 1Day@aTime, Danielle xx
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profoundly optimistic!