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by Incandescence

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Published November 12, 2005

In Old Poetry

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Tríona
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Tríona wrote a review Review · Nov 12, 2005

:shock: This poem really moves the reader (me)!

Your fragile pencil etches
verse in empty notebooks


The pencil, like the narrators voice in the world, is fragile.

A sense of longing is created in the stanza :

In dreams you are the girl who
lives in Spain, with no doubt
about her identity, her life, her
control. You are the girl with
an iPod who knows how
the world works.


:cry: She wants to be confident and full of life like the girl in her dreams but she cannot....


you're waiting on
the music from the speakers, but
you never plugged them in.


Hauntingly beautiful! :cry: :wink: :cry:

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Tazy
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Tazy commented Comment · Nov 12, 2005

One word wow and yoru only 15 good on you



Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
— Brené Brown