please do not force me
to raise my hand,
I do not have the answer,
I do not understand;
I am only a speck,
and it all seems grand
to a person like me
who cannot withstand
a disdainful look,
a comment offhand,
for I have filled the void,
but I have filled it with sand.
©Aaysid
“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.“
Ernest Hemingway
Wow. II loved this Aaysid! So profound.💕
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Thank you for your kind words, Grace! 😊❤
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That’s an epic poem, Aaysid. I love the thread of not knowing, and the expectation to know; when, in fact, we know so little about all that is knowable. Lovely poem. 😊
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Wow! I love how you have said it, Jeff!👍Thank you so much.😊
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Thank you! You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always! ☺️
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I understand that feeling!
I do love your blog title ‘outrageously erratic’ 🥰
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Thank you so much, Juliette. ❤
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That is so deep and profound. Loved it!!💛
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Thank you. I am happy that you liked it. 😊😊
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That is beautiful Aaysid
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Yes, that can be a delicate facet. Always shifting under the weight of judgment. Lovely writing, Aaysid. 🙂
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Well said, Terveen! Thank you so much.😊
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