All my scars and bumps
Are from days when I was young
Unafraid to make mistakes
To scrape a nose or knee
But I have not made a dent in quite some time
For fear of adding to the canvas
Already covered in mistakes
And uneven skin tones
And stretch marks
And blemishes
When did trees look too high to climb
When did I start biding my time
When did hills become too tough to hike
When did I forget to bike
When did I lose my sense of adventure
Only to replace it with a sense of resentment
SWD 02/2018
Updated 07/2019
“When did I lose my sense of adventure”
I often ask myself the very same question
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Yes, thank you for saying what I feel 🙂
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Hi Shyllyn, inspiring blog you got here. I don’t have much to say except to ask that you continue writing beautiful poetry and also to thank you for the follow. Your support means a lot to me.
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Shllyn* sorry for that horrible typo…you’re probably not even a shy
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..a shy one?* dammit! What’s wrong with me today
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haha we all have those days! and thank you for your kind words! 🙂
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hehe I think we all have scars from our youth, its funny the things I did back then I wouldnt even attempt now, great post.
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A call to adventure! Thanks for a moment of inspiration!
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What a beautiful ‘rabbit hole’ you have here. I could read your poems all day 🙂
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Thank you so much for all your kind words and encouragement!
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Shllyn you are such a talented writer, i dont have much experience because i have just started my blog and i amhoping to inprove
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