Fake the smile that belittles the denial of silent rejections. Arrows flung without thought but with precise aim. Confidence pops the same as the balloon games at the cheap county fair. Questions triggered and linger with no answers available as an antidote to dismissal. The would be (wannabe) poetess scribbles furiously in defeat, only to toss the drivel. She yearns to erase the desire to create as easily as she deletes the crap she types.
©07/2019
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
I feel this completely ♥️
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I believe you are doing beautifully expressing yourself — especially with such honesty and raw emotion. Do not dare erase your thoughts and learn to grow your desire to create! ❤
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Wow thank you so much ♥️ you words are powerful and beautifully written xoxo
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This is young in its angst and it’s beauty. Love it!!
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Thank you, Watt.
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I get this completely. Especially the entire last line.
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I personally hope you never lose your desire to write.
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Very relatable 😢 I particularly like your analogy of the popping balloons- really effective image. 💖
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Thank you, Jupiter. As you know, some days (weeks) are better than others. Today, I am definitely one of those pathetic droopy balloons. 😉
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Yes, you’re so right. I hope your balloon gets reinflated soon 🎈💖
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Super relatable…I always wonder how much of my crap still makes it through to the final cut after all, lol, never seems just right. Still waiting for that perfect piece to flow. Great work,
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I believe I will always be waiting for my perfect piece. But some days are better than others. Thank you for reading and understanding.
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Done and done. Had to do it from my phone so I’ll check when I get home that it showed up okay. Awesome stuff Dana!
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