I’m cheating this week and posting another FF story. These 100-words have been rolling around in my head for three days and I had to write them down. Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read them.
For years I believed that
if you bothered
to dig deep enough
to look into my soul
and see me
me
for who I truly am
you would love me more
And, if you could decipher
the thoughts mixed into
the words I spoke
out of anger
or in defense
or defiance
you would love me more
But at last I realized
it wasn’t your fault
that our love was
withering like flowers
left too long in the sun
It was mine
for I sheltered my soul
and protected my thoughts
out of fear
of being loved too much
Up From the Ashes 
This is really sad. Is there any drawing back from what seems to be the brink?
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Thanks for reading my late, and second story. I appreciate it.
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That is beautiful and deep in meaning. Really a nice read this late evening.
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Thanks for taking the time to read my second submission. I just couldn’t leave this picture on the funny side.
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I’m glad you wrote a second one. This was worth it
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Thanks, Neil. I couldn’t get beyond Russell in a mud hole for the first one. Thanks ever so much for reading my second story.
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Wonderful poem, reflective and soulful.
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Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Wonderfully done, Alicia. How often do we hope the other will read what we don’t say? So much easier if we actually exposed ourselves…
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Thanks so much for taking the time to read my second story. I think, or hope, we more easily expose ourselves as we grow older because we’ve learned some hard lessons.
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I agree. Well, I sure think I have anyway…
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Dear Lish,
Beautifully done. Glad you let the words flow and shared them with the rest of us. This puts me in mind of the Gordon Lightfoot song, “If you could read my mind.” Again wonderfully written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Wow! What a treat that you mentioned Gordon Lightfoot! Love that song. He was the first person I saw live with my best friend’s boyfriend (she was ill that night). Gordon Lightfoot became one of my favorite musicians. I have several albums of his PLUS a new turntable to play them on because my husband loves playing his old albums too. Thanks so much for the reminder and for reading my 2nd story.
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glad you did a round 2.
and this was tasty good.
in my opinion, the writers who have a counselor side make some of the best pieces – and your psychology and social knowledge made this a piece I could use for pteaching:
the words I spoke
out of anger
or in defense
or defiance
you would love
oh the wisdom in this short fiction!
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Thanks! Every word comes from a life lesson. Sometimes that’s the best way to learn (although the hardest.)
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yes- and glad it is not the only way to learn – from experience – whew – but as you say, sometimes it is the best way – and getting a bot in the head a few times was just what I needed.
ha
and hard indeed
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Wow beautiful.
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Thank you
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This is beautiful. It flows and it contains a clear message. A great pleasure to read and re-read, Alicia.
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What a nice thing to say. Thank you.
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You’ve written a poem with a profound insight. I’m so glad you wrote this second piece for Friday Fictioneers! It’s lovely!
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Thanks for taking the time to read it. I appreciate your input. Alicia
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So sad – there fear of being loved too much. This is really effective, how you change the focus from beginning to end.
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Thanks, Sarah Ann, I’m so glad you took the time to read story #2.
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