“I am a woman struggling to look younger”, all her muscles screamed.
“You are a girl struggling to be wiser”, she sagely whispered.
“I am a woman struggling to be full of care”, all her wrinkles mimed.
“You are a girl struggling to always dare”, she chimed.
“I am a woman struggling to uphold tradition”, her posture dictated.
“You are a girl struggling to break convention”, she shrugged defiantly.
“I am a woman struggling to be a realist”, all her words reasoned.
“You are a girl struggling to remain an idealist”, she reminded firmly.
“I am a woman struggling to be a good mother”, her actions blared.
“You are a girl struggling not to bother”, she nonchalantly whistled.
“I’m a but a shell “, her mantle rattled.
“You are swell”, she smiled for that’s what mattered.
She turned away from her and skipped towards the stairs.
“Watch you step”, she told her self.
Wow. Well done.
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Thanks!
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Loved the poem
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Thanks Donna.
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Loved it too, I found truth in it.
I agree that’s what matters and especially liked the last line 🙂
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Thanks!
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very creative, and very powerful.
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Thanks Russell.
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Well written
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Excellent post 😊
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Absolutely awesome!
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Thanks!
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This is awesome!
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