She stands
The woman in blue
With blue emotions too
She thinks, ponders
Should she peel back the lid
Open pandoras box
Or keep the lid shut tight
So many questions
Run through her head
She can’t make sense of most of them
She stands so still
Blue tears running down her face
Her body stiffens
Cold as ice
She, too is blue like an icicle
Yet, should she open the box
That decision
Can wait for another day
Pandora’s boxes always provoke such trouble
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Yep for sure! ❤
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I love the questions in this beautiful poem Carol Anne!
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Oh, thank you, Kerri, that means a lot xx
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This feels like walking around a statue, both captivated and curious. I don’t think I could avoid opening the box.
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Open at your own risk 🖤🖤
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Don’t open the box, you might get out witted by a fox.
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Lol that would be just my luck 💔💜💜
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Not a box I would open, no matter how cold I was!
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No, definitely not want to open up ☮️💜💜
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It is a relief to decide not to decide.
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Yes. Sure is. 💞
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Pandora’s box, always such a difficult decision – great piece ❤
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Thank you 😍💟
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Pandora’s Box…not sure it should ever be opened. Great writing!
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Thanks, Susie ☺️💟
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