Obsolete- September 6, 2020 Doree Grief, life, love, poetry September 7, 2020 1 Minute I am so tired So very tired Wind blown And alone Walking this earth Close to the edge Finding myself Leaning on nothing Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published September 7, 2020
During these pandemic-filled times, many of us (myself included) feel overwhelmed and fatigued. Some of usual things to do are no longer viable. For me, spending moments with my Lord in Word and prayer has helped. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Every poet experiences existential loneliness! The awareness of not being able to see beyond the light of our eyes LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I have felt like that more times than I can count during my life. I think everyone I know has. Sigh. Sending You SOOO MUCH LOVE!!! 💖💖💖! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Very emotional poem, touched my heart! ❤️❤️❤️🤗😘
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Thanks, Ylenia…tis the season 🤗
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♥️♥️♥️
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I know how you feel, very beautiful poem❤️
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😌♥️ thank you
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During these pandemic-filled times, many of us (myself included) feel overwhelmed and fatigued. Some of usual things to do are no longer viable. For me, spending moments with my Lord in Word and prayer has helped.
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♥️🤗
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Every poet experiences existential loneliness! The awareness of not being able to see beyond the light of our eyes
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I enjoyed how you put that. Thank you 🙂
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I have felt like that more times than I can count during my life. I think everyone I know has. Sigh. Sending You SOOO MUCH LOVE!!! 💖💖💖!
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❤️🤗🤗🤗
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🤗💖😊!
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Well done! Had the feel of a haiku…
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I can see that. Thanks 😊
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