A cynic by necessity,
Still aching to believe
That through all life’s pains,
One day there’ll be reprieve.
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am…" –Maya Angelou
A cynic by necessity,
Still aching to believe
That through all life’s pains,
One day there’ll be reprieve.
You’re poem just defined the last year of my life lol love it!
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Thanks. 😊 Glad it stuck a chord.
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Be sure not to blink, because you just might miss it.
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Heh, I’ll try. Never been much good at keeping my eyes open for long, though: Makes me cry.
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