Sunday, May 3, 2015

Grasp


If I stripped away my bindings,
to expose my inner me,
would you see me as I see myself,
or are my scars what you would see?

If the coldness of the winter
cuts deep into the bone,
will the shattered pieces of my life
leave me all alone?

I reach out to the future
still clinging to the past,
grasping the lifeline between them both,
looking up while falling fast.



Image & Poem by:
McGuffy Ann Morris



Linked to:
Prompt:
"You can't have a better tomorrow if you 
 are thinking about yesterday all the time."
~Charles F. Kettering

31 comments:

  1. Have I told you lately that you are an incredible talent?

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    1. Brian, that really means a lot to me. I thank you. Hug.

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  2. So wonderful that you can express much with your words!

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    1. Thank you, Joy. I write what I feel and appreciate when others can connect.

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  3. Fantastic!!!! I loved this.

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  4. Outstanding! Thank you for sharing at In Other Words. Great take on the prompt.

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    1. Thank you for the opportunity to share!

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    1. I am going to get you to like poetry...I hope!

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  6. That is beautiful Annie. You have such a way with words and I think that this little poem applies to me and to others as well.
    Love the photo also.
    Hugs.
    JB

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    1. I do try to speak for others. I try to be a voice for those who may not have one. I am glad you could connect. Hugs.

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  7. Do we want to know what other people would see, anyway? Beautifully written.

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    1. I think sometimes we think we want to know. Thanks, Mimi.

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  8. So well done, Annie, and thought provoking as always. Hugs and love, Janet

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    1. Thanks, Janet. I appreciate your support.

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  9. Wow. That is powerful, McGuffy Ann! You have such a talent!

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    1. Pix, I am honoured that you think that.

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  11. Sometimes others do see our scars. The eyes are the window to our soul and tell so much. Poignant words reflecting perfectly the essence of this image!

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  12. Such a beautiful piece, annie!! Touched me...

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  13. A very strong poem, and totally love the line 'I reach out to the future
    still clinging to the past,' It's so hard not to do that. Glad I found your blog:-)

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  14. They, the pieces of your life won't leave you all alone. That won't happen. They are the whole regardless of their fragmentation. And if we stripped away our bindings, it may surprise us that others do not see what we see, and likely not the scars either, as those are usually internal turmoils that we take care to keep invisible. I think the on-looker would see a beautiful Spirit. That's what I think..

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  15. amazing!! the words and your photo - wow my friend!! just amazing.

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