repeated over and over until I knew it would never change
I began to see no way out
repeated over and over until I wanted to run
I began to move away
repeated over and over until I learned the truth
I began to be furious
repeated over and over until I stopped listening.
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
Sorry. I must have left the chipper poetry in my other pants.
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
I agree, :( Tonight I went to a fireside where the speaker spoke how his dad always said all these praiseworthy comments (ie you are the best/the greatest son, etc). And the speaker said as he grew older, he realized this wasn't the case, t hat he was just like everyone else. He had humility.
Today at church I heard a mom of a new baby telling a couple of us that her young daughter is such "an awesome big sister!".
While it is nice these people get to hear these wonderful compliments, and I know it is important to be happy for others and the fact they get such good support and encouragement, it did make me think how it might be if I had grown up hearing more praise instead of just criticism (basically revolving around having a messy room and not being good in math). (not that it matters, but the compliments I got were rare and very sporadic)
I do like your poem though!
Also just a suggestion but maybe should this thread be renamed the Poetry thread to further differentiate from "crafts"? I know Poetry is an art form.
