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| Reviewed by Emeka Nwogu |
1/31/2005 |
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We are often confronted with this kind of situation. It is sad that our thinking does not correspond with what God wants for us. great that you confessed and wrote this poem. I am sure it's off your mind.
Hugs.
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| Reviewed by George Jackson |
1/31/2005 |
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| You write of places I have been, things I have done. Powerful, moving poetry. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) |
1/31/2005 |
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| I think loving too much is mostly a sin against ourself. A powerful write Sue. |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
1/31/2005 |
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| Well I suppose we all can plead guilty to loving someone and no matter how much we do. I wonder if there is a thing called too much. |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
1/31/2005 |
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Need to rewind the clock, and move move onwards and upwards.
Letting the scars of the shackles break and heal... |
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| Reviewed by Phillip William Allen |
1/31/2005 |
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| It's always hard to let go of the things we love. A superb pen of heart aching thoughts |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
1/31/2005 |
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Sue, you have had many burdens placed on your shoulders over the years and though like all of us you may have trembled at times from the weight, you have found the extra strength to go the extra mile. Now it seems you are trembling again except this time it is you...yourself who yu must find the extra strength to walk on and walk tall. Life is short and you must find happiness where you can...
Hugs
Felix |
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| Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers |
1/31/2005 |
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Sue, this as all have said, is not only a dangerous thought-pattern, but it's teetering on the edge of anihilation. Self destruction, maybe not in the sense of suicide, but in the sense of losing one forever in somebody else's own greedy indulgence.
We are all important in God's eyes, He lifts us up...Mortal man however allows us to devour our own selfworth, and smiles while it is being done.
Very deeply sad portrayal of a love diseased.
Excellently penned Sue!
Lisa |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
1/31/2005 |
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Guilty as charged...Me too!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Richerson |
1/30/2005 |
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| been there, done that, picked myself up and loved again, too much perhaps, with all the strength of me intact |
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| Reviewed by Nila Jamier |
1/30/2005 |
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I can relate many can that will read this. Sue very felt this night:)
NILA |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
1/30/2005 |
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| powerfully compelling proclomation how love is one of the strongest forces known ... |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
1/30/2005 |
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Well done, Sue! Why on Earth do we do stuff like that???
Very best wishes,
Carolyn |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
1/30/2005 |
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| Another superb write on a topic that many of us can relate to obsession is a bitch plain and simple!It makes of us rag dolls and we let it,then have to go through hell to recover our self-worth. The key is realizing only we can change ourselves. |
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| Reviewed by Dave Harm |
1/30/2005 |
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| An addiction to another is by far the hardest to break. An old Jewish proverb says "If I am I and you are you, then I am and you are. But if I am I because of you, and you are you because of I, then I am not and you are not." Love is equal, no conditions... |
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| Reviewed by M. B. |
1/30/2005 |
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| Letting go is one of the most painful of human passages and your piece conveys the pain and desire so eloquently. |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
1/30/2005 |
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This is sad. No one is worth self-humiliation, Sue, especially one who is foolish enough to walk away from someone who loves them. This situation, however, sounds more like an obsessive addiction than love, I am afraid. It is an easy trap to fall into, I think many of us have done it. Things start out so perfect and the connection seems so strong, then as time goes on we find that we have to keep modifying who we are to keep the other person happy. Then one day, they realize that you are not the person they once cared for and the relationship ends. We have given up so much of ourself for them that without them we feel empty and lost. With time, you will learn to rediscover yourself and with each day of growth, you will need that other person less and less. This poem screams "I am helpless and hopeless without you." Know it is not the other who makes you feel this way, it is your loss of self. I wish you strength, courage and introspection.
Take care,
Sherry |
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