Thine Own Self
14December 17, 2014 by Melanie L.
It drained from me at the pace air escapes knotted balloons: imperceptibly until the external pressure to grovel carved a wrinkled maze to Stepford on my soul.
Deflated, I easily blew off course, where I settled under connubial rubble, and found peace.
My Own Champion 
Really striking image that you’ve carried all the way through. Great 42!
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Thanks, Jennifer! My boyfrie…er editor pointed out that i changed metaphors halfway through my draft and I scrambled to fix it. I’m glad you liked the image.
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Love the carving of a wrinkled maze!
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Thanks! I can’t take all the credit. Only after my divorce (and not while i was married) my mom pointed out that i was turning into a Stepford wife.
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Imagery you used here is great. ♥
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Thanks! That’s one of the things i had to fix so I’m glad it resonated with you.
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Beautifully written, as always, Melanie. And much to think about. I read and re-read and re-read again. 🙂
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Well I’m glad you think so!!
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“A wrinkled maze to Stepford” is just brilliant! Love this and happy to see you here 🙂
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Brilliant? Wow, thanks, Tienne!!!
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Love the Stepford reference! Peace is such a nice thing to find, especially under those circumstances.
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Yes. Yes it is. Finding it erased any lingering doubt that leaving him was the right choice.
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This was the best I read on the grid this week. Powerful!
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Wow! Thank you! You serioualy made my night!
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