where i see…

February 17, 2015 at 9:15 pm 5 comments

Entry filed under: feelings, human nature, life, Personal, poetry, ponderings, prose, reflections, Relationships, writing. Tags: , .

the masters and their dreamers Wordless Wednesday – i opened my eyes…

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  • 1. Chrissy  |  February 18, 2015 at 1:28 pm

    So true and this is what makes us all unique.

    • 2. words4jp  |  February 18, 2015 at 2:29 pm

      yes, it is…though sometimes, it is a hard pill to swallow:)

  • 3. MichelleMarie  |  February 18, 2015 at 7:02 pm

    I just said this to myself! I see you like a shining dancing ballerina star! I do! I admire your grace and your beautiful words. I’m thankful for your friendship! 😀

  • 4. Wordifull Melanie  |  February 19, 2015 at 3:30 am

    Excellent and evocative poem. I can’t speak for everyone and I think it is because we (most of us)look for the best in others and tend to be harder on ourselves. Then throw on top of that being a survivor of any kind of emotional or physical abuse…then we are taught low or no self esteem. In fact for years I was guilty of really harsh negative self talk… (and still slip into it sometimes)…it takes a lot of work and self awareness to stop that.


    • 5. words4jp  |  February 21, 2015 at 2:12 am

      I am terrible at harsh negative talk. I cannot see what other people say they see – never. It sounds terrible, but true.


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