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A Confession

Life’s  short.
I’m scared,
But you know.
Can’t keep running
But can’t let it run out.
Dreams too many,
Many rungs
To vanquish.
Loneliness,
Darkness may overwhelm.
Just don’t give up on us.
Courtesy : fineartphotographysite.com
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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 word confession.
A cool prompt, isn't?

Comments

  1. I like the plea at the end-it is so full of hope:) Just beautiful!!

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    1. Thanks Valerie ... Won't will all just do anything to keep that one ray of hope simmering ?

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  2. I like the expression and encouragement.

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    1. Thanks lanesmith ... Glad you liked my effort :)

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  3. Admitting we're scared is half the battle. I also like the last line :)

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    1. Sometimes, being truthful too is not enough ... But again, hope triumphs everything and it is this hope that wants us to run the battle ... Glad you liked it Janna :)

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  4. "can't keep running
    but can't let it run out"

    beautifully said !!!

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    1. Thanks Vishal ... Even I like the ring of it :)

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  5. Paradox of life, fuel of the thinker. Good job.

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    1. Thanks Ann ... Only if the heartfelt makes the other one to linger on a little bit more and eventually may be everything falls in place !

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  6. "Many rungs to vanquish was one of my favorite parts and there were several in just thirty three words. Well done! :)

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  7. so much said in just 33 words, and oh so true.

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    1. Thanks so much Renada ... So glad you liked it :)

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  8. I love the hopefulness amongst the angst. Well done.

    Barbara @ allmylivesnow.blogspot.com

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    1. Thanks Barbara for stopping by :) Glad you liked it !

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  9. Yeah, kinda how I feel most days. Great poem.

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    1. Yes, may be a shot at admitting could help ... but indeed it is the last straw :P
      Thanks Kymm for reading :)

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