Everyday I live a little less
of my life, as I digress
one mile off-centered from my dream-nest
shifted by his cutting gaze.
shifted by his cutting gaze.
I build a new house
and live (unknown)
someone else’s lifeI call my own.
~Proma
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You only have ONE life, so live it as your OWN.
That's how I roll.
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although I agree wtih Skaykro, this was beautiful in its simplicity. love it!
Thanks Skayrkro and saga for reading and your comments.
The poem is about transition and internal change. In a way, growth is about embracing a foreign person, thought or idea, and getting used to it gradually.
Thanks again for reading!
My pleasure!
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My pleasure!
I would love to see you on my follow list on my own blog. Please add yourself there!
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