Written by Jacob Ibrag
She wants to be present, to laugh at
funny sentences and cry when it’s appropriate.
Caught in the cross hairs of ‘what’s the point of any
of it?’ Contemplating purpose, she feels a tug on her
phantom thread skin. Nearing the end of her turn,
she wondered where all of her time had left.
Over the years Eyes + Words has turned into a wonderful budding family of over fifteen thousand people across all platforms. It’s surreal and humbling to know that the art of poetry and story is alive and thriving. That being said, I hope that the creation of the Eyes + Words Writers Group serves as a vehicle and launch pad to help and support writers and the aspiring ones to keep manifesting words that many out there are searching for everyday. So go on and contribute, lets elevate together. Everyone is encouraged to share their experiences with anything involving writing.
An interesting photo to accompany the poem! Also it’s a nice poem within itself
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Thanks Jeremy ๐
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Nice photo. Better poem. Cheers. ๐
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Nice, check out my poems too
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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Very metaphorically crafted…
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Nice phone
Can you check out my blog too
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Beautiful!
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Thanks Lottie ๐
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Welcome!!
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I’m perceiving this to be about depression, sadness, and determining self worth. Am I correct? Well-written and tugs at the heart…
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It can definitely be interpreted in that light, and thank you ๐
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