this is the fruition
of relapse.
even fear has scuttled away.
the remains
are not quite here
nor there.
they teeter
in limbo
like hopes
in thimbles.
just barely,
just barely.
SC
this is the fruition
of relapse.
even fear has scuttled away.
the remains
are not quite here
nor there.
they teeter
in limbo
like hopes
in thimbles.
just barely,
just barely.
SC
sheila sea 
This is wonderful. You show and show and show – excellently. So much in so spare. Thank you.
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Thank you for taking the time to read.. Honestly, I’m humbled by your words. Much obliged. 🙂
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verse as vexation…that a victory (?) well done
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Thank you. 🙂
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I feel like I AM the poem….
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lol me too man, me too.
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Love it!
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Moving work! Thank you for sharing.
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A thimble is so small. Using this image effectively reduces the hope in this poem without overt sentimentality. Well done. Personally, aside from the poem, I hope you can find a 5-gallon bucket, and have it filled.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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