In a world of chaos and noise, I find solace in belonging
A sense of connection, a feeling of being understood
Like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its place
Belonging is like a warm embrace, a comforting hug
It’s the feeling of being part of something greater than myself
A sense of purpose, a sense of community
Belonging is the thread that weaves us all together
In a tapestry of shared experiences and emotions
It’s the feeling of coming home, of being truly seen
Belonging is the heartbeat of humanity, the essence of our existence
In a world that often feels fragmented and divided
Belonging is the glue that holds us all together.
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/05/01/w3-prompt-105-weave-written-weekly/
Beautiful words!
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Thanks, Kristen 💗💗
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it does feel so like “coming home”. beautifully expressed, dear Carol. 🤗🤍
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Thank you very much for commenting on my poem destiny I appreciate it 💝💝
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pleasure always 🌷🤍
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😃🕊️🫂🫂
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Such beautiful sentiments, Carol Anne❣️ And beautifully written too 🙂
~David
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Thanks, David 🙂
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So beautifully written Carol.
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Thanks so much, my friend 💕💕
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A lovely and uplifting poem, Carol Anne
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Thanks, Robbie! Xoxo
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