In the wake of your furor I come up for air breathing it deep into my lungs until the oxygen calms my brain and I can think clearly again
I remain inconspicuous on the perimeter of your struggle for sense Here I can observe your body language and know that this is on you, not me and I owe no apology
Sorry will never be uttered as it is never felt Words will be knitted in a pattern to obscure and hide the truth This is your way Forever justified
Oh WOW, too painfully familiar…again and again.
Sorry Fleur 😔 Hopefully you know that you’re not alone
No worries–it’s some comfort to know we’re not alone.
Yes, that’s right 💕
🙂 <3
Words will be knitted
in a pattern to obscure
and hide the truth
This is your way
Forever justified
isn’t that the truth?
I’m afraid so Gina 😔
Christine, you penned it perfectly. Thank you for your clarity 🙂🌼
Thank you so much Jen. I really appreciate it 🙂
You’re welcome Christine. Like I said Perfectly! 🙂
We have written on somewhat similar themes! I like yours better. 🙂💞
Oh no, you are the master of the pen my dear 🙂💕
Lol no! The fact remains I liked yours. 😀❤️
Ditto! 😂
🙌🏼 😂
Great poem.
You are always so kid Sadje. It means a lot to me 🙂💕