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“The Legend of Giants” by Natalia Rak<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n JUST BEING ME<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Sometimes I can’t help but feel <\/font><\/p>\n But sometimes I feel <\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n (c) barbara kausteklis 9-29-13<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n Written for CPC “Simple Sunday Picture Challenge<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n Considers the Legend of Giants.”<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/111574\/simple-sunday-picture-challenge-considers-the-legend-of-giants\/<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n Thanks always for your visits and comments.<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n ~barb k~<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “The Legend of Giants” by Natalia Rak \u00a0 JUST BEING ME \u00a0 Sometimes I can’t help but feel so very insignificant and small, rather wary of the world and retreating from it all, feeling somewhat invisible to those who pass by even though I look at them right square in the eye and say “How […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20,14,6,10,2,11,29],"tags":[6095,63,159,4182],"class_list":["post-111615","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","category-family","category-friendburst","category-life","category-other","category-people","category-poems","tag-art-challenge","tag-barbara-k","tag-cpc","tag-simple-sunday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111615","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111615"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111615\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111615"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111615"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111615"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n so very insignificant and small,
\n rather wary of the world
\n and retreating from it all,
\n feeling somewhat invisible
\n to those who pass by
\n even though I look at them
\n right square in the eye
\n and say “How do you do
\n on this bright sunny day”
\n before going on my way.
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\n But not a word back
\n from them do I hear,
\n not a glance
\n nothing indicating
\n that they even heard
\n even one of the words
\n I said passing by
\n or saw the smile
\n on my face
\n or the small tears
\n beginning to well up
\n in my eyes.
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\n But I suppose it’s all
\n a matter of degree,
\n the things that I see
\n and the things
\n that tend to bother me,
\n trying so hard not to allow
\n things to spoil my day
\n or make me feel down.
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\n on top of the world,
\n so brave and so confident,
\n the me I’d much rather be,
\n happily spending
\n the time that I have
\n tending to my garden
\n of friends and of flowers,
\n that place that’s exactly
\n what I want it to be
\n and where I can
\n always be me
\n within the reality I see
\n while I’m just being me.<\/font><\/p>\n
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