It may have been written about dealing with depression but my word it 'speaks to my condition' as we Quakers say over another....ahem....little issue in my life many years back! :o)
Am I completely whole yet? No But, as I always hope to be, I am a beautiful original work in progress And in this authenticity I find that I am good enough.
And that is the stage I am flirting with - I am there and then I am not. But - always forward motion -is my hope.
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I write poetry myself and still find that the things I wrote as an angry, confused teenager far outweigh anything I write today.
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by Emily Dickenson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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I have always loved her work and this explains why.
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But, as I always hope to be,
I am a beautiful original work in progress
And in this authenticity
I find that I am good enough.
And that is the stage I am flirting with - I am there and then I am not. But - always forward motion -is my hope.
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