Nobody wishes to be cannon fodder,
nobody wants to constantly bleed for others
Even the most selfless sometimes need to be handled with care
If they falter, fail, if they break, them with the patience of a saint,
there is nothing left. No hope. No faith.
And so Sisyphus rolls his boulder.
*I’m still here, though I haven’t got much to share, or maybe I have too much. While I ponder this further, some pics from last night — 2am selfie madness.*
“Nobody wishes to be cannon fodder,
nobody wants to constantly bleed for others
Even the most selfless sometimes need to be handled with care”
Such is the life of a compassionate human. I was wondering where you had gone, Nathalie. It’s wonderful to read you again, and of course, to see your beautiful photos.
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well done..
Lifeat60
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Dark, I hope that’s down to the lateness of a weekday evening and not ‘life’ at the moment?
May your ponderings be profitable, Sweet Persephone! 🙂
Nice to see you back! (Even if a little bleary eyed?)
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These are some great thoughts.
Thanks for sharing.
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A thoughtful and sad poem, Nathalie. Beautifully expressed.
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Beautifully penned…and such a sad poem.
Miss reading your work, Nathalie. 🙂
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2am selfies are the best selfies:)
Awesome poem.
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Hear hear for the selfie madness. 🙂
Bons baisers de Paris. 🙂
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Love the madness! ❦
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