Fulcrum: (noun) The support about which something turns. One that supplies capability for action.
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She’d long since decided she was better alone
she felt that somehow it was wise,
Although longing for love that was missing
It stayed absent in any guise.
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But when ent’ring her fulcrum of crafting
Inspiration soared forth from her dreams
unrequited love quite forgotten
As she crafted her heart to well-being.
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“Life, a never-ending gift – express yours today!” ~ Plh
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Happy Weekend! A great time to use your imagination and dream, wonder, create, inspire … enjoy!
With affection,
~ Penny
The Why About This 
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Thank you, so much!
A beautiful poem Penny. I love it.
Thanks Al, not sure exactly where it fits in the whole scheme of things. Not really unrequited love per se, more about finding yourself and self love combined with creativity, I think, maybe … xxx 🙂
Sometimes self love is unrequited as you can love yourself, but there are some aspects you hate, so you don’t always love yourself back.
This is a lovely post! And I woke up today thinking, today is a gift. Loved your piece! keeping being inspired! 🙂
Hi Patricia, thank you so much. We feel the same way, how cool is that! 🙂