I see what you mean...about life being a kind of straddling of pain and hope. But life is the rope we cling to as well, suspended between pain and calm. It's how we hang onto the rope that can determine our direction. If you're determined for calm you will climb to it strong and sure. How much strength is in you to make the hand over hand climb? Or just hold on until you can't anymore...and slip towards pain as the burn hurts your hands. Your powerless self has had too much power. Time to give the climb a chance huh? This was nicely done.Hang in there! Huge blessings to you.
Yes, the power of this short little piece makes a great impact. I love the last two lines. Sometime it does feel like we are powerless when we are down. Very well written!!!
The depth is absolutely subtle and has an effective impact imo, I really like the way you created this writing.
In anticipation of freedom..." the last line adds the perfect accent, you have a great way with words
and this was a pleasure to read, thanks
Yes, I agree it is highly depressive and full of sorrow, raw, dark and drenched.
I got that emotion of lifelessness in your words but you kept the title as "To life", and that's the biggest irony behind this Jorio.
Writing a jorio is never an easy task, when an author needs to describe the entire feel in just 16 words. But you have done that job perfectly and as a reader I got that feel of "being suspended between pain and calm..."
The only thing which I want to ask, well...it is about the pic...I tried a lot to understand it but I couldn't get it :(
But your words are simply perfect as always, creating such a powerful feel...
Amazing!
I see what you mean...about life being a kind of straddling of pain and hope. But life is the rope we cling to as well, suspended between pain and calm. It's how we hang onto the rope that can determine our direction. If you're determined for calm you will climb to it strong and sure. How much strength is in you to make the hand over hand climb? Or just hold on until you can't anymore...and slip towards pain as the burn hurts your hands. Your powerless self has had too much power. Time to give the climb a chance huh? This was nicely done.Hang in there! Huge blessings to you.
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