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For who am I


For who am I,
But tiny speck,
And what can I say,
That hasn't been already said
Save this
That I am alive
Because
I am willing to
Face life
And
Fight fears.

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  1. Very beautiful words and sentiment.

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    1. Thank you so much Sam. I am glad you liked this post :)

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  3. That's what it's all about. Very good.

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    1. Thank you so much Ruth for such encouraging words.

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  4. Well, yes. That's it, in the end, isn't it. A question of survival. Good one, Ruby!

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    1. Thank you Kymm. Your support is really appreciated.

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  5. Beautiful and thought-provoking.

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  6. Beautifully written! And excellent advice. Love this Ruby!

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    1. Thank you Suzanne. Your words are so heartening to hear :)

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  7. Ruby so much is said in your '33' courage, humiliation, determination. :-)

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    1. Thank you so much Draug. I really cherish your kind words.

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  9. I just read some Dr. Seuss to my kids. This reminds me of that. Because of the speck, first. Obviously it's not rhyming and sing-song-y, but it imparts a really big message in a really small space. Great job.

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    1. Thank you so much editors. This really means a lot to me.

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    1. Thank you so much Tara. It is always a pleasure to hear from you.

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  11. Inspiring advice. Well written as well.

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    1. Thank you so much Lumdog for such kind and encouraging words.

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  12. Great advice, Ruby. It's not always easy to face life or your fears but it's a must do.

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  13. great advice - face life and fight fears. And, I like that it is couched within "what I have done" rather than "what you should do." I shall try to remember that method.

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    1. Thank you so much. I am glad you like my take on the prompt. I was not sure how else I could say it. this one came to mind and transformed into words and I stuck with it.

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  14. You're too special to ever stop fighting. Excellent 33.

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    1. I think that goes for everyone out there :) But I am so honored to be supported and encouraged this way. Thank you so much Lance.

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  15. This is beautiful.

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