“The vulnerable won’t help” is one of those pot idea lines that have stuck. What do you mean you don’t have these?
Since I have already written a poem with this title once I will repeat it this time. It was short and not so sweet and posted in April 2018 for NaPoWriMo together with a list of various layers of my identity.
The vulnerable won’t help Victims need not blame swimmers cannot ski the blind refuse to talk the living are dead yet. Happy are those who choose it the strong are waiting to break multitudes suck you in the vulnerable won’t help.
In photos, five from last October. I have gathered so many photos from that month that I wish to show you! That’s why, for the first time, there will be two October 2020 posts for my Calendar series.
This is not it yet. These five weren’t among selected and were crying to be posted. So vulnerable of them.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #284: Vulnerable
This day in my blogging history
2016: Get my Swan costume ready. —Last words of Anna Pavlova