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Second Chance--Writers Island 11

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The prompt at Writers island is

Second chance
I stare at him
With a lump in my throat
It is hard to swallow pride.
It always gets stuck.
Making me choke
On the words I want to say
My eyes beseech, beg, plead
Wanting him
To understand
What I want to articulate.
He condescends instead
And asks “Why are you like this?”
“Why can’t you be normal?”
Normal?
What is normal? Whose perception defines normal?
Can’t he see that he means the world to me?
I am screaming now but wordlessly.
His words clinging to my throat.
It is hard to swallow censure too.
But I want my second chance
And I am willing to pay any price
To get it.
© Ps

Comments

  1. Beautiful.. poignant and beautiful..but the last 2 lines show some spunk too.. loved it!!

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  2. I really like it when you say - I am screaming now but wordlessly. powerful!

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  3. Beautiful lines... very touching.

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  4. Good job I love it when you said "It is hard to swallow censure too.

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  5. i liked this very much....good post.

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  6. why is she pining for someone who finds her normal self quirky? If'll always see and judge her that way.. and will always remind her of it. will she ever be happy that way?

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  7. Shru: She loves him and wants him--and cannot leave him.She has decided that the only way to be happy is when she has him at any price.

    Rebecca:Thanks!

    Marja: Yes--Criticism is hard to take.

    Indrani:Thanks!
    DM, preethi: thanks!

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  8. P lady! this one was nice. A situation I often find myself in. Cuz its difficult to swallow pride!

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  9. *Whose perception defines normal?*

    whose indeed!!!

    nice take on the prompt!

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  10. totally moving...lovely

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  11. the emotions here are all here but he didn't seem to notice. maybe she needs to say the words out loud.

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  12. i feel for her in this moment,, but essentially it is herself she is appeasing by holding her tongue.....

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  13. this hits close to heart more than anything else in a long time.
    It was as if you went inside me head and posted those events.
    Lovely post once again PS!

    - the other shru

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  14. What a lovely piece. I really enjoyed reading it.

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  15. very interesting - nice take on the prompt

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  16. Wow! Really good...

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  17. why doesnt he understand...? why is there a need for words...? would a second chance change anything?

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  18. Phew!..That packs quite a punch!....

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  19. very nice!

    Keshi.

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  20. This was so beautiful...actually had so much to say in these few lines. You've conveyed a great many things here.

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  21. "It's hard to swallow censure" - that is wonderful.

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  22. Rambler: thank you.

    Ren.kat: Yes--it is hard.

    Keshi,Niall,Sue:Thanks.

    UL:Who knows?!But she wants a second chance.

    Cricket's hearth,Anthony North,Keith:

    Thanks!!

    The other Shru: Strange but oddly comforting that someone else also has the same thoughts, right?!!

    Paisley:Maybe she has tried telling him in the past--but he is just on another wavelength.

    Lissa:She wants to--but can't.

    Chitra,Thinking aloud:Thanks!

    Pointblank:yes--that damn pride always gets in the way!

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  23. At least you know what you want and aren't afraid of it.

    Good write.

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  24. Joy: thank you.

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  25. Love the picture.

    Pride seems to be the mother of most destructions at times.

    Was thinking about pride when i decide to read your blog. I like what you wrote. provoked some thoughts.

    Thanks PS.

    Feels nice to step into your blog after a while.

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  26. that was beautiful... having been in a similar situation at times you have described it so well...

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  27. how many second chances
    do i get to start afresh?
    why do i not get it right
    the first time around?

    four nights
    and three days
    i burned in hell
    before i could admit
    to myself

    that i need you more
    than you need me.
    and it would take me
    seven lives before i am
    freed from your clutches

    and that is what
    gets my goat!

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  28. Guru: Powerful words that make a deep impact.Am moved by your poem.

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  29. well, it was your beautiful poem which started it all ... so don't blame me :P

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  30. Guru: not blaming at all--merely expressing appreciation for choosing words that pierce.Poignant poem.

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  31. very evocative
    and simple
    straight and innocent
    you feel like crying...

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  32. Beautiful, sometimes our silence says it all!

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  33. beautiful.. somehow seems to connect straight to the heart.. isn't there a line one shud draw against taking so much hurt from the love of one's life ??

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  34. wow...i'd love a second chance with almost everything in my life...but wudn't want to change it coz i love the surprise element...

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