Sharing Sunday: Addict

Sunday Sharing is here with a captivating,

and dare I say addictive, poem

from Maribeth Batcho

found here on WordPress at Unleashed

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I am an addict.

An addict.

I admit it.

ADDICT.

I am addicted.

Addicted.

That is what I am.

ADDICTED.

I want more.

And more.

No use pretending.

I want MORE.

I can’t stop.

Just can’t.

No use in hiding it.

I CAN’T.

I won’t stop.

Just won’t.

No use in lying.

I WON’T.

I am a junkie.

The more I have,

the more I want.

STUFF.

I am a user.

The more I get,

the more I crave.

CANDY.

I am a fanatic

in search of a high,

an escape, some serenity.

A TRIP.

I am dependent

on my next fix.

A place unknown to me

I SEEK.

I am a goer,

a  wait-until-the-last-minute-er

a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-er

a What’s-next-er

A VOYAGER.

I have a habit

that I never want to break.

New cultures and peoples and languages,

are  lifeblood.

my FIX.

I am an enthusiast

searching for the next place

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Sharing Sunday: Endless Wound

Sharing Sunday continues

with this piece mourning the tragedy in Orlando

from poet Paula Antonello Moore

found here on WordPress at The Expressible Cafe

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A Flood of COLOUR

A candle lit

A hug squeezed tighter

A prayer said soft

A fearful moment

An aching heart

A torrent of tears

A frozen stand

A mass of people

A group of friends

A far-reaching hold

A loving hand

A willingness, cold

A raging view

A thought said blankly

A stat in books

A bond united

A hope in Love

A fractured debate

A NIGHTMARE, plain.

Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Monday, June 13, 2016

Image: A hand in light by Valeria Boltneva from StockSnap

In honor of the 49 killed , 53+ injured and infinite wounded in heart by yet another gun-related nightmare in Orlando, Florida.  XO

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