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Enjoying as I always am, my solitude by the river. Trickling my fingers down a cold stream, a gentle gleam on its surface.

Enjoying as I always am, moments of quiet silence, disrupted by the sightings of the usual travelers.

Involved as they are in the clashing of paths, finding footing and stones to grasp, swearing or enduring, mocking or revering, all are alike.
A distant observer I am, watching the unraveling of time where victories are born, and failures pitifully scorned.

Vigorously, you came upon me with excitement in your eyes. You nestled beside me and pointed a finger at the scrabble in sight. ‘Not again’ I said to myself, with trepidation and anticipation just the same. ‘Go’ you said, ‘join the foray’.

You sang your promises so smart, and I unwittingly opened my heart. For I, can’t quench that hunger for more; for the endless possibilities and for that one bond.

And I knew, oh I knew I would tumble to my knees. Perhaps even get my heart diseased! For you are both my perpetual downfall and relief.

You, my intrepid Expectations.
No matter how many times I remind myself not to expect anything from others, I unwittingly fall into the trap. It is not love and appreciation, gratitude and attention I'm looking for from others. I just want to know there is an innate goodness existing in a person. Needless to say, it's an unrealistic notion  and more often than not it's met with disappointment.  Yet, there is that part of me that can't resist, that can't stop hoping, to one day meet those individuals who are made of goodness!

So, I'm willing to hurt if it means joy at the end of the journey! And believe it or not, there is contentment to be found. I just need to brave the darkest depths of  the search. :)
Just as I curled in my ball of warmth, murky clouds came forth
With a petulant frown on my face, away the clouds I try to chase
Still above me disturbing my peace, I yield the fight and cease
A wounded heart I carry now, but these clouds I can’t allow!
To mend and heal, I need these clouds to peel!
Pained I look around, for a weapon to be found
Upon a pen I chance, and a flicker of hope I glance
Swiftly I snag a sheet, and witness my fingers scribble a feat
Once my frenzy came to end, my peace slowly recommenced
Now a contended smile on my face, the heavy clouds have been replaced
Cool breeze ruffles my hair, and I inhale rejuvenated air
Back to my ball of warmth I curl, my eyes close, and in comfort I twirl
There are times when I'm kept awake at night, thinking of all I did...or failed to do during the day; all the things I should and shouldn't have done/said. Being critical of oneself is unpleasant, to say the least. Having no one to express my troubles to, I turn to writing. I tend to write when I feel overly negative, and unconsciously I find myself creating a piece of writing that fights this negativity. It is true what they say about creation being a source of inspiration and relief. It gives me strength to move forward and appreciate the things I can't change! To just accept.

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