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Taking a raincheck on one’s feelings
Is a recipe for disaster
Trying to be strong for both of us
Has only made me weaker

World’s greatest armor
Is being in disguise
Only when the chinks start to show
You will know that there is nothing brave inside

 So why don’t you pull that veil
Make me scream
Say those words and
Save me too?





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  1. Ha...The first two lines are an absolute truth. Screaming is healthier :) I love that 'recipe for disaster' expression.

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  2. Sometimes the words do need to be released. Awesome response to the prompt.

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  3. "World’s greatest armor
    Is being in disguise"
    Amen.
    And as you show, it is flawed armor with many chinks. I'd rather scream!

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    1. Good to know that someone relates to these lines! :D

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  4. Perhaps, a scream is a healthy and saving release. Great response to the prompt.

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    1. Thank you! It is :) especially when it is withheld for an unhealthy amount of time

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  5. A scream is definitely called for!

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  6. At least a scream will stop people in their tracks.

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  7. Oh yes. A good scream is worth a thousand words. It's healthy for individuals and relationships to allow and accept emotional expression.

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  8. Thought provoking poem that screams JUST SAY IT!

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  9. Ah yes, words can save us from ourselves, our insecurities, our fears, our inescapable conundrums. If only they are said by the right person, at the right time, at the right place! Lovely poem!

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