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There would be no smooth solutions
No easy way to extract
Themselves
From the tangle
They had let grow
All around them.
Only one way out was left:
Through the bramble,
Through the sorrow
Through the scars that would
Need nursing
Back to truth.
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Relatable.
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Thank you … I think … 😉
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Sometimes you have to fight for what is right. Beautifully done.
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Thank you, my friend. Yes, sometimes you gotta just do the hard parts to get to the better parts. Sort of lancing a boil. Painful but in the long run, better than letting the infection spread …
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Exactly like that!
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🙂
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Na’ama, you’re right, we’re in the middle of the brambles and no other way out right now.
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Yep. Long sleeves and long pants and socks and good shoes aren’t a bad idea … 😉
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A beautiful extended metaphor for the way life sometimes goes, Namy, with no easy way to extract oneself from tangles, except just get on with it.
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Indeed, sometimes we just need to get on with it and know it will be uncomfortable for a while but necessary to do …
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How true- sometimes, the only way through is the hardest path. Well done!
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Thanks, Linda. Exactly!
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This recalled to my memory a time MANY years ago when I was co-leader of a group of little Girl Scouts. We used to sing a little song and the words popped back into my thought bank as I read your poem …. “Can’t get over it, can’t get under it, can’t go around it, have to go through it” Sadly, I can’t remember the rest of it!! Thanks for the memories.
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🙂 Love this, Beverly. It probably fits quite a few sticky (thorny?) situations in life … 🙂
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Good one, Na’ama. Indeed truth can be the rough road, but the best solution. Yet, a rare one. I enjoyed this. 🙂
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I’m glad you did, Bill! No one said the truth is easy. I wish more knew it was worth the trouble, though … 🙂
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Love this! Sometimes we have to fight our way through adversity to appreciate the fruit of struggle and patience in the end. 🍇💝
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That is truth! Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Sometimes we must suffer the scratches, suffer the pain, to get out of trouble, to get where we want to be
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Yes, especially if we allowed the thorny stuff to grow around us and did not get out of trouble before the thorns grew high enough to scratch …. Still, it is best to extricate later than never.
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I spent a few months in an abusive relationship. I knew I risked my life to get out. But no way was I staying. It was either me… or hemlock in his pepper pot
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Hemlock may lead to lock up … so, yeah, glad you left! oy! I’m so sorry that you had to endure any of that. No one deserves abuse. No matter what.
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Yet we walk into it,, eyes open
I should have run when his father told me he’d spent time in a mental hospital. Or at least I should have asked why. It was ordered by the court after he’d smashed up his place of work… because he didn’t like that his female colleagues were talking about what they were cooking for their husbands’ tea, and he was jealous that he’d no one to cook for him. Hmmm.
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Oy … I’m so sorry, Crispina! Living with violence is never okay, and his father could’ve told you more information … then again, sometimes we may not be in a place to listen, or we prefer not to, because it might challenge what we want to believe. I’m glad you left – eventually but at least you had – and I’m glad you are safe now. No one should have to live in brutality and fear.
😦
Hugs
Na’ama
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Fully agree. I’m not the kind of person to take that shit. First sign, I wanted out. That’s when the trouble began. I knew I was going to go through it. I didn’t know if I’d survive, But I weren’t going to stay put.
In the end he made a mistake. I had to have stitches. I had evidence. He went after that
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Oh, wow. Oy. … and good for you for keeping a part of yourself focused on looking for the way out, when you could see it. I’m so sorry he hurt you. He did not have the right. No one does.
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Kudos to you for saving yourself, and getting safe.
Na’ama
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That’s me. A take-no-shit survivor. We live and we learn
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Indeed, we do.
And we grab hold of what we can.
And hold on. However we can.
Details change, but for some, survival seems to weave similar threads …
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And we do learn. And when we can, we pass that learning on
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Truth!
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Yea
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i love how you described through images the struggle of survival. deep and poignant.
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Thank you! I’m so glad this got communicated! Thanks for reading and commenting!
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you’re welcome!
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🙂
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