She overcame
her internal screaming toddler,
“I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna.”
Will Power offered a hand
linking her arm in his
to lead around the corner.
Her first step through
this now open door
a route unavailable
to her past self.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Photo taken in Lisbon, Portugal 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Really beautiful, Ali. And through the door, love awaits … with a hug. 🙂
Lovely photo too. I was recently in Lisbon on a peace trip. Gorgeous.
Love,
Debbie
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Thank you Debbie. Yes, love is always waiting for us. Have a beautiful day.
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The photo goes nicely with the poem, Ali. I wonder how you’d like “inner” (for the “internal”).
Xxxxx
D.
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Thank you for the feedback. I always appreciate hearing from you. I will think on that idea.
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Breathe Forest Words teaches us the cachophony isn’t real and doesn’t warrant out attention and intention.
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Thank you.
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May we all overcome our inner screaming toddler!
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Thanks Ann.
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That’s a beautiful poem, that matches your photo perfectly!
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Thank you.
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Thank you!
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She overcame
her internal screaming toddler,
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Kirsten, thank you for your reflection.
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What a beautiful truth expressed in the last stanza: that new routes become available to us as we change and grow.
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Thank you Magarisa. I appreciate your reflective response.
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You’re most welcome, Ali.
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A Beautifully warm poem, and I hope her step through the doorway turns into lovely journey for her.
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Thank you.
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Great poem and the picture really enhances it!
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Thank you.
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Great photo! Keep clicking 🙂
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Thank you.
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I love the visual romanticism in this piece. The photo adds a nice touch but I when I close my eyes… I see a different type of door.
Must find more time to recharge with your batteries.
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Mel, I love that you see a different kind of door. Poetry leaves space for the reader to create his own vision.
I sit smiling knowing that my words are helping you to recharge. This is my intention in blogging, to give and connect openly.
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Yes! I definitely agree. You’re poetry speaks softly to me. It also evokes a feeling of warmth. Lovely.
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Thank you Mel. All of my words come from my heart.
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I can feel it.
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