My life is cursed
Or am I the cure,
My body aches
For so much more.
Was I created
By mistake,
Is there a sign
Or a path to take.
Is anyone else there?
Or I am too blind,
Living in Braille
With colour to find.
I might be lost
Or am I home,
Nothing is certain
When you ache alone.
K
A great piece!! 🙂
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Thank you xx
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One thing is certain, Katrina – you’re a writer – and a very good one!
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Powerful and beautiful.
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Waning moon. Full expression of the mother decreses through a dance spiraling down…
The black widow spins….🦉🕷
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Nice thank you x
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I feel this kind of ache too, like it’s a yearning for something but you don’t know what. I like how you expressed this 🙂 xo
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Good to read your works again!
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Beautifully written and painfully poignant.
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Thank you x
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