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RE: In shadows lurked. Original rhyming ramblings, doodles and images.
As each little ripple
Can become a tide,
This actually true. Little drops of water turns into an ocean. Your poem is deep and filled with hurt and pain. Hope all is fine.
All is fine I promise. Just insomniac freefalling words. I am Good.
The lines flowed out of there own accord.
Ok, just worried.
Thank you for your lovely concern. It made me pause and check out your posts.
Different themes can be challenging. I feel the first person reference to Mother quite challenging to read. The shamrock and feathers, admittedly benign to almost everyone, are "triggers" of a sort to me.
strong Irish heritage connections and bird phobia Ornithophobia.
I love your words. It's nice to find you.
Nigeria is finding a presence on steemit, I'm finding so many great writers.
I am in Australia. I find myself learning about geography and more importantly cultures. I assumed from the level of amazing writing on steemit that the first language is English. Google the god of knowledge just confirmed this.
I have learnt that it is extremely diverse linguistically in Nigeria though.
I've learnt something today, found a new steemian to follow and received a lovely message all before my morning coffee. You did that.
Thanks. 💜
Now to get some coffee.
Ps
This is the back story. It is long and potentially vicariously traumatic, so please don't feel obligated to read it.
I started steemit to host this particular story. I surprised myself when I attempted to write again and now I'm hooked on steem.
https://steemit.com/life/@girlbeforemirror/why-i-pledged-to-run-almost-300kms-for-a-man-i-had-never-met-who-had-accused-a-man-i-had-loved-all-my-life-of-the-most-heinous