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Debbie Liu's avatar

Great piece. really powerful! 😃

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Regina Duke's avatar

“What exactly makes you feel powerful?” That question lingers long after reading.

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Thank you for coming and providing insight into the essence of this poem. Have a wonderful day.

Regina Duke's avatar

🤍

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Thank you

Regina Duke's avatar

Thank you

Izabella 💌's avatar

And still the power of this poem is absolute. 🫂

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Thank you for your time. I really appreciate your comments about the meaning behind this poem. Have a wonderful day.

Kayla Murphy's avatar

This!!!!!

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Thank you for your presence and time. I really appreciate you reading this poem. Have a wonderful day.

Kayla Murphy's avatar

Love you!

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Thank you for that.

Linda Blatnik's avatar

jybyky,

power is energy. power is the Force. it does not leave when you die, it changes.

all of us have the Force,

but only some know how to use it. 🫆

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Thank you for coming. I truly appreciate your comment on this poem. Indeed, power is a limited strength entrusted to humans by the Almighty. Have a wonderful day.

Linda Blatnik's avatar

OK. THANKS FOR YOUR THOUGHTS.

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Thank you for being a part of this poem.

Adrião Pereira da Cunha's avatar

There’s a quiet weight to this poem that hits harder the more you sit with it.

I like how it challenges the idea of power without shouting just by asking the questions no one can answer.

The way it brings death into the conversation feels blunt, but also strangely grounding.

It reminds you that no matter how strong or important someone thinks they are, they’re still human.

The lines about bodies turning to dust and thrones disappearing feel painfully true.

It strips away all the illusions we build around status, wealth, and control.

What stays with me is the calm realization that none of it lasts, not even the things we cling to most.

The poem doesn’t attack power; it just shows how small it becomes next to mortality.

It’s a humbling reminder that we’re all temporary, no matter what we own or command.

In the end, it leaves you wondering what “power” even means if it can’t save you from the inevitable.

jybyky's avatar

Thank you for your presence and for your wonderful review. I truly appreciate the depth of meaning in this poem. Power is truly a limited space for humans, yet humans feel increasingly powerful within these limitations. Have a wonderful day.