Pantry full of food
clear spring water to drink
charming little house
inside a floresta
I am safe, healthy, happy.
Another me lives in
war-torn squalor
struggling to survive
the aftermath of bombs
floods, increasing crime, despair.
Which me is real
are there more
if so, where does
one end and the other begin?
Source of Inspiration 
Beautiful, but disturbing. Each of us is living a life of multiplicity… and it can be heartbreaking when we count our blessings and then see those who for no reason of their own are trapped in a war-torn region or in a flooded city or in a hurricane or in a disease infected body. Why am I so fortunate and others are not? How can I help?
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Reblogged this on Mum C writes and commented:
This is simple but dense. The confusion of the persona in different personalities is easy to relate.
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Beautiful!
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