I feel fundamentally persecuted,
With people around me,
I don’t feel safe,
Not free to move around,
But it is no wonder,
After family experiences,
And the troubles of sharing houses,
With people messy and selfish;
Those times I lived alone,
I can’t even tell you,
When I wasn’t so isolated, depressed and unmotivated,
I was able to breathe,
Relax and be me,
Be me, to such…
An unimaginable extent.

500th poem,
What a nice surprise!
Just as a car, went exploding past,
And I was filled again, immediately,
With agitation and fear π.
πͺ
Happy Easter, be blessed, be well.
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Congratulations on 500 poems! Living with other people can definitely be a challenge.
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Thanks!! :D. You found my easter egg lol. It is, the frustration comes when it’s unnecessarily difficult.
Thanks I really appreciate your comment.
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You’re welcome!
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500 poems, wow Robin!
Congrats my friend, I am so glad to have found you on WordPress!
I feel so badly for your living situation! π¦
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Thanks a lot Margie! I’m so glad you found my blog too, and glad to be able to read your poems, they are rare but awesome gifts!
I’m feeling a lot better now in the house, I’m really staying on top of the cleaning and it’s not getting much dirtier in-between at the moment, so that’s having a big lightening effect on my mood. It’s of course still wrong that I have to do all the cleaning, but all I can do is be the change I want to see! π€·ββοΈ
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Awww, you are too kind, Robin.
Thank you!
I am so glad things are going better for you in the house, π
Yeah, it’s tough that you have to do all the cleaning but bravo on your attitude!
“be the change I want to see”
Awesome !!!
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