The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
–A Farewell to Arms (1929)
i not ever one to stay settled
not in a chair nor a desk or a flipped car in the middle of the highway
i not ever one to cry fold up or whimper after the first punch slap or ranting curse
gables decisions transfers petitions bus stops late nights running away to dark alleys
broken arms scraped face bloody nose bruised halo twisted wing midnight summer clouds intrigued
books parks veterans of various fights teachers preachers women brothers fractured holy lives
war with peace along the edge we’re marched too soon where time has earned the essence of our hands yet not the moxie of the spirit
That second line. Oh yes.
–Fireblossom
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This sounds like the voice of an unbroken spirit!
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I can see this person moving through the city streets. Lots of examples that could easily vanquish a less spirited person. Great expansion of the quote. Thank you for participating and hope to see you at dVerse again.
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thank you friend 😊
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You’re welcome 🙂
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MB, I swear no one writes like you. It’s amazing. You have such a unique and strong voice in your work, it especially flows through here and it’s powerful! I also get the vibe of not backing down when the odds are against you. Enduring the storm at its worst and surviving. ❤ ❤ I really loved the descriptions in these two lines, they're captivating and haunting to me:
"gables decisions transfers petitions bus stops late nights running away to dark alleys
broken arms scraped face bloody nose bruised halo twisted wing midnight summer clouds intrigued"
It's a dark scenery, marred with reality and different types of war. I get the sense of never backing down, and like the title says, abandoning defeat. Such immersing, beautiful writing here. It's so good to see you at dVerse my friend. ❤
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thank you soooo much Lucy xo I love Papa’s work and of course the city writes through my fingers thank you again dear friend xo
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A fine poetic description of staying strong …. no matter. Cheers.
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thank you for reading and visiting Helen
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Oh you really describe it… love the moxie of yours… it takes courage to cope.
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thank you friend and thanks for the good typo eye 🙂 x
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Strong voice rising through all of that challenges!
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An enjoyable read 🙂 I love all the flurry of images that run through it relentlessly!
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thank you friend 🙂
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Oh my aching heart this is poignant!
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