In the unfinished
before the credits scroll past
can you choose acceptance
without an end,
before the conclusion
without approval from the crowd?
Between the ribs, within
deeply, a voice
the one you used to hear
before you thought the others
were the ones that mattered.
Knew better and overruled your soul.
Before you decided
who you weren’t going to be.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
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Such deep heartfelt poetry. Your words are always so captivating Ali. Beautiful.
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Thank you Miriam.
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Love this…love that voice within, between the ribs!
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Thank you Deb. I appreciate that.
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You’re most welcome, it’s my pleasure.
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Your poems are beautiful!
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Thank you for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts.
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Incredible writing Ally♡
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Thank you for feedback. It is always a great feeling when your words resonate with others. Have a beautiful day.
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You too and sorry I spelt your name wrong I’m a dunderhead!
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No worries. Be kind to yourself.
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Acceptance comes and goes, and I think it depends on how confident in a moment of time. It changes over time and sometimes that has got to do with what we face. Lovely poem as usual, and this one seems a bit deeper than some of the others.
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Thanks for the feedback Mabel. It is interesting how I am very confident in some areas of my life and the exact opposite in others. I always appreciate hearing from you.
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…can you choose acceptance
without an end…
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Lovely reflection. Thank you.
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