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She was almost there.
The core of her was almost
But perhaps not quite. Viable.
It took so much of her. To form. To build.
To be.
To sift the valued from the wreckage.
The meaning
From the hurt.
That there was little left.
Yet.
For viability.
Nonetheless it was still in there.
Nascent. Waiting.
For the rain.
For the sunlight.
For the nourishment.
For what had already sprouted and was on its way
To the life
She was.
And could
Sustain.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Viable in 82 words.
Na'ama Yehuda 
A strength from deep inside…
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Yes! In Mother Nature, as in each of us, if we seek it. If we heed it. xoxo
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Absolutely. xoxo
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XOXO 🙂 Here’s to growth in all the ways we wish for it (and none in the ways we do not … 😉 )
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Hear! Hear!
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Amen! 😉
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Wonderful, Na’ama. Your poem made me think of a descriptive term I’ve always liked: late bloomer. 🙂
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Ah, perhaps the imagery I had about the person I was referring to, is one others had for people they were waiting to see grow and bloom. 🙂
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Perhaps.
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Perhaps is a great response!
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Maybe. 🙂
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Perchance … 😉
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🙂
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This is great Na’ama. It’s so good to find you writing again!
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Thank you, Keith! Hopefully I won’t be swallowed by my ‘to-do’ list as much as I had been of late! It’s been a summer … 😉
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Thank you Na’ama. Profound and closing on a note of hope.
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Thank you, Susan! May all who search for hope, find it, know it, hold it, and grow with it. And may those of us who already know hope, be there to show the way, the best we can, to those who are still seeking.
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