Poem -
Wobble
Are you sick of looking at the mess you made, stop looking in the mirror.
Are you tired of doing that thing that binds you, stay and starve emotionally, run into the unknowns.
Some how or another that it creeps up on you.
Sometime or another it just simply won't do.
Your a complication to an otherwise fitting end.
If we understand the wobble, the points of some return.
Pull off out of the lane of pull finger.
Are you holding steady there or silently crashing.
Is this a wobble that you can use, or at least survive.
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Wobble...hmmm similar to an Earthquake, a factor we cannot control, but the way we perceive it and react depends of what makes us up as people? Interesting concept here Liliana. Love your work and the eyes you open. You're and inspiration my friend!
Yes dear. Earthquake, glad you heard the call.
Eyes open what a lovely comment,, thank you.
Hi love...I understand the earthquake, it's arising from the rubble that seems pointless. Great write x
Great point.
Ask the phenix I guess.
Woah either this is great self assessment or sarcastic lament, it works awesome and intriguing poetic both ways. Kudos!!
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Thank you.
on point! really nice write!..........................................Jim