Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘She’ll see you now sir.’ Sure she
will, and so will the rest of the world.
The unraveling of me. A chance to pick
apart a human. ‘Forms ready?’ No, but I
signed them. I’m a walking diagnosis,
a soul waiting for its return ticket.
Eyes + Words 
I love this. “The unravelling of me” for the world to see. “Picking apart a human” and “a walking diagnosis”..such great phrases. Please know I am an ardent follower even though I may not leave words.
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Thank you very much 😀
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Most welcome and yes, like Debbie says that soul line was perfect too.
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🙂
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Beautiful poem. Love this – “soul waiting for its return ticket”
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Thanks Debbie 😀
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Looks like to is my turn to be unraveled.
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Love ❤
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😀
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Nice, tight writing with strong imagery. Thanks for sharing it
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Thank you for reading it 🙂
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Wow this is powerful. I love it!
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Thank you 😀
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Nice pic
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Very interesting perspective on the anticipation of meeting someone, you really described the mindset of the individual waiting for whatever comes next in life well.
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Thank you 🙂
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As always, the twist in your works are so uncalled for. Leaves me wondering how you do it every time.
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