Oubliette

Trapped by emotions
Thoughts seek escape, hope seeks home
My mind, oubliette

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. I find that emotions, too, can be the greatest oubliette.I enjoyed reading this — partly because amidst the pain in the word "oubliette," there is hope: an opening at the top. πŸ™‚

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