Despair for the moment to come
willing my body to enter the room
a mountain of mortification on my back
facing those faces
being seen while craving camouflage.
Owning the me that showed up today
failure and intention,
with a disappointing lack of action.
While seeking an empty seat I am
investigating the ability to shed my skin,
to start fresh. Becoming
a blank slate that holds
not a bit of old chalk dust.
© Ali Grimshaw
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
What an emotional reflection! Thanks for sharing. Met you at the celebration, come by to leave you a link, hope to invite you for a visit:
https://theshowersofblessing.wordpress.com/2016/10/31/giant-redwood/
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I will travel over to your blog. Thanks for the introduction.
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Thank you Karyn. I appreciate your reflection.
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investigating the ability to shed my skin,
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Yes!
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Such raw and emotional words. There’s always hope and a chance to start afresh.
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Mirim, thank you so much for your feedback. I agree. Each moment, each hour, each day is a chance to begin again.
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It absolutely is and couldn’t agree more.
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…a mountain of mortification on my back…
Owning the me that showed up today
failure and intention,
with a disappointing lack of action….
…not a bit of old chalk dust.
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Thank you for your reflection. It is always interesting to hear what resonates with others. I appreciate it.
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