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She became an essence.
A sliver
Of her dreams.
Nothing near the child
She’d been, who played
A fairy’s magic theme,
With arms a fledgling’s
Widespread
Wings.
Life tossed her
From the nest.
Unhinged.
She a feather now.
A mere sliver
Of a being.
For the dVerse Quadrille challenge of: Sliver

I enjoyed the rhymes.
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Thank you! Thanks for reading and commenting.
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To shrink like this is all too common… sounds very depressing.
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Yes, all too common. Alas. To me, our responsibility as adults, as human beings, is to guard against such harm the best we can, and to reach out to help those who’d fallen (or were pushed out) of their nests, and give them a hand and a listening heart. Because healing is possible, but not alone.
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Oh so poignant
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Thank you, Sadje! I’m glad it spoke. Thank you for always reading and commenting! You de best!
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My pleasure
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Sadly, I can relate…
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I hear you … and I’m sorry … and I think too many can relate, and we as a society should do better to see, accept, and support.
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We definitely should, Na’ama… it would make such a difference… 💕
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Yes, and every little step matters. Giving voice matters. Reminding others matters. Living well matters.
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If only more people were aware of this, Na’ama…
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We each do what we can, and hopefully more will! xx
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💕
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I’m so pleased to read your poem after your long absence, Na’ama, and what a beauty it is, from a sliver of dreams to a feather. I particularly enjoyed the fragility of the lines:
‘With arms a fledgling’s
Widespread
Wings.
Life tossed her
From the nest.’
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Thank you, Kim! I always find fledglings to be a mix of hilarity and awe. Perhaps because I see children’s enthusiasm and potential and big dreams in little bodies, and all the hard road ahead – even with the best support, let alone with less than necessary. And I feel protective. …
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I get that!
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🙂
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Oh, this is so sad. I know it happens all too often.
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Yes, all too often, and to all too many. Thank you for reading, and for the comment, my friend!
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You’re very welcome!
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xoxo
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It is so hard to keep the youthful exuberance for life as said life hits you from all sides. So sad that too many have their wings and dreams clipped.
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True. So true. Part of why we ought to take care to be kind. To ourselves. To others. For not all clipped wings are visible, and many are walking around with wounded wings and barely-flight-worthy feathers.
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Absolutely. Most are invisible, I would say.
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I agree!
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👼🏻💞
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