NATIONAL METALS JUNKYARD – NARA – 544831 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I face the corner
tossed away, back handed slap
I do not fit in.
* * * * * *
You, lie, back- stabber
try to steal my character,
Dishonest people.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The scraps of my soul
Now discarded in gray ash
Shows me who YOU are.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Breathe, stay in Goodness
Don’t be influenced by them
Let your own heart rule.
photo credit: Wikipedia, National Medals Junkyard, NARA-544831
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Standing in your own truth can be a big challenge! But in the end, it is worth it!
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Beautifully done, letting your heart rule is tough but it is the best way indeed.
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Yes one must be strong and believe in ones own judgement.
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Well done! They say so much but in the end love will win.
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wow…so cleverly done…outstanding..
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So wonderfully written. 🙂
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Awesome…
And 3rd one outshines all…
My personal favorite!
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beautiful !
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These are each entire and complete hyper-short stories. Fabulous. I enjoyed each jewel. 🙂 Alice
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That last line says it all – Let your own heart rule. Great set!
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I particularly like the way you’ve used the concept of scrap in several of the haiku without using the actual word. Goooooooooooooood!
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