Sometimes everything is rhetorical
Everything is monochrome
My limbs wracked with rain
I tread gingerly.
I make promises I may not keep
Go on with my soltuide,
my soliloquy.
I’m almost out of words.
Knowing you cannot grasp
what you cannot hold
Things vanish all the time
And what is only left of me, is
me only.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 
Things may vanish all the time, but the important stuff will always remain 🙂
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You mean like hamburgers and chocolate? Cool 🙃
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That too 🙂
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“…Many defeats turn to triumph…
…with faith in your heart, climb til your dreams come true.”
Sending lots of hugs and love your way.
Ellie
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Thank you lovely ome
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I liked the images here – I like the idea of the soliloquies we tell ourselves.
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Thank you 😊
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Tosha, things may disappear but in the end you’ll have those who care about you and love you. 🙂 This poem is heart warming. 🙂
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That’s so true!
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🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thank you 😊
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You are very graciously welcome. 😊 😊 😊
P.S. A big poetry event is being planned in Manassas, Virginia on Sunday, October 8th. It would be nice to have you there (if you can make it).
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On that sounds fun You’ll have to let me know the details
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I will.
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Thanks!
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You are very graciously welcome.
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💕💕💕💕
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Like being stripped bare, nothing to hide behind in anyway. Almost afraid of the truth of yourself?
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There’s freedom in overcoming the fear
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