Still I Stand

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I forgave. Everything.
I thought I expected nothing in return.
But acceptance and respect I have never received.
The dismissing, the mocking, the insults remain.
These things you feel I deserve.
I am not a joke.
I am a human being, that forgave as I once had been forgiven.
My decision has been made. You speak as if we will continue on.
What you said to me a year ago, and have never apologized for–as if you could–remains foremost in my mind while I consider. I am more than the list of your grievances and criticisms and insults.
I am.

Dandelions

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(100 word challenge)

She picked the dandelions and made a bouquet because they were hearty and beautiful, just as she was.

“Silly woman.  Those are weeds.”

“In the eye of the beholder.”

“Everyone knows they are weeds.”

“It does not matter to everyone.  Only to some.”

“They make me sneeze.”

“Deal with it.”

The discord, deeper than a shallow grave, sprouted dandelions.  She picked them because she chose to embrace them.  No corpse would generate “weeds” that she could not harvest and make something beautiful.

“Nonsense as usual,” he said.

“Beautiful nonsense. Authentic, beautiful nonsense that mystifies and makes perfect sense to me.”

Dance

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I Can See Clearly

By Johnny Nash

I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day

I think I can make it now the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for
It’s gonna be a bright (Bright), bright sun shiny day

Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothing but blue skies

I can see clearly now; the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day

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(100 word challenge)

Rows apart,
hearts grow closer.

Friendship sprouts beneath a new dawn.
All a sign of spring.

A harsh winter ended.
Death chilled the earth, the harvest long ago.

Soil tilled, gently unexpected but welcome,
new life has arrived.

What will grow is unknown.
It is new and undiscovered.

Between us the breeze whispers softly.
Can you not see and hear?

Yes, the weeds will come.
Have faith! The Gardener will pluck them!

Let the soil not be packed with expectation!
Loose the need to control what Nature sows.

Rows apart friendship grows from the seed.
This is all we need.