I once was young, and now I’m old. The voices of others in the room still telling me what to do. Selling ” what’s best” for me; they speak from self-interest and fantasy. Mirrors cracked and displaying my broken image. My identity is lost; only my shadow can seek refuge. The calamity of my thoughts; the desperate need for self-care. A new year is approaching; here’s to hope to overcome despair.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones
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Hope 2018 is a joyous year. I am glad to see the end of this year.
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