Written to prompts in the wounded Healers Brigade Room. Planks.. Who is George? If Squeek Is A Pimp. What did George want? Vinyl plants or vinyl planks. Profit from plastic, seems almost fantastic To buy or not to buy into the system Should George call again. Recycled capitalism, money On an endless merry go round. George just want you to pay, George has no tickets to give away. Some relish the hour of abuse of power. Birthed by a system. The very disgustingly Fractured system that targets, oppresses, And puts people in places of desperation. Why won't George listen to me? Don't need plastic planks, even if free. Can't feed the children George. Have you heard of food poverty? United Nations says that's fifty percent Of the reasons children are often sold. So fuck off George, please don't phone. Because in the end, unlike real wood. Plastic planks are cold, very cold. One more thing before I land my pain. What colours do they come in? Or are all planks the really same?

Some clarity enters carrying scissors. Decisura names the cut made after discernment has done enough work. The point where keeping everything begins costing more than choosing. Editing a life requires a particular nerve. We grow accustomed to the extra paragraph, the inherited obligation, the version of ourselves whose contract quietly expired three chapters ago. Then the eye sharpens, and what belongs becomes easier to recognize because something else finally leaves the page. We all know how a clean cut can feel almost suspicious when you have spent years mistaking complexity for depth. Decisura asks a better question: What becomes clearer when you stop preserving what has already finished its work? ✨ SEAL OF ENOUGHNESS ✨ I trust the cut that clarifies.

(Activity) Open Expression (Exercise) Create freely in response to the week. Any form. Any length. Any Topic. You Choose. Follow Momentum.  Here’s My Offering Rainbow Tears You go about your day…. listlessly… in monotonous bliss. Oblivious…. to life around you. Just existing… barely resisting… oxygen. Living for the populace… Pondering that if you went ghost… would you really be missed? Failed attempts at dreams that are kept buried. Problems & fears that keep you worried. Fruition of awaited achievements curtailed. Constant reminders that yet again you failed. So you walk around looking like death ran over. Only to discover… the catharsis in your tears. Like rain showers in their flow. It is their own reward…. as a catalyst for the rainbow 🌈 Of passions…of hope…of repressed contemplation. Funny how with every watery trail, one comes to the realization… That impassioned release, often births a myriad of revelation… to any situation. So….to any given issue, there’s a potential solution. ©️15Oct2021 ericka Floyd Now you Follow The Flow.

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