My fabric of life is getting worn, and threadbare
While I try to minimize the wear, and tear
The shards of jagged glass flung at me
Unsuspectingly from those who I thought were my friends
Is sometimes more than I can bear
Life is a struggle at best of times
Thorns and needles adorn my way
Brushing them aside I tread the treacherous path
Trying to keep the harm at bay
(Sheen-March2018)
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Fabric
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Be spoken world, be spoken life
How to fit in to survive
To deal with things, to carry on
To remain alive, and hold on
The path is curvy, and too steep
Life is a struggle to cling on
(Sheen-December 2016)
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DAILY PROMPT
Bespoke
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Back in my home country I had an unending struggle against weeds. I could never eradicate them. The lawn in my city home was small and manageable. It could be kept in check.
The huge lawns in the village home were in miserable state. Weeds ran rampant there. My late husband and I spent little time there. Whoever we kept in charge never did his job properly and was (is) a source of constant irritation.
Whenever we were there I tried to find time in tackling the weeds. I would tire myself outright. Next time when we would go, I would find my previous efforts had gone down the drain. Despite my backache I never gave up, and never will.
When I reach my village home, and after throwing open windows and doors, I start pulling the weeds out. In the village, I spend more time outdoors than indoors. Women relatives of my husband usually come to visit me once they know that I have come. While they keep me company I keep up the attack on my enemy number one.
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DAILY PROMPT
Struggle
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Flowers and Breezes 