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Today’s guest post comes very close to my heart. It is by one of my favorite bloggers, closest blogging friends and one of my very favorite writers. She’s so amazing, I had to have her on my blog. Her name is Shweta Suresh and she is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. She is so talented and versatile. You need to get to know her and her work so I strongly recommend you to go over to her blog My Random Ramblings and look around, read a few posts, give her some likes, post some comments. I think…I mean, I’m sure you’ll want to follow if you’re not doing it already. She’s so worth it. Please give her some love.

Before I present you with the poem in question, I thought I might tell you about something else. She has recently participated in the A to Z challenge, writing tiny tales all throughout April. They are all so wonderful and worth reading. Inspiring and powerful in their messages.

I thought I would make it easier for you, and provide the links for all of the tiny tales:

#A for A meal for two

#B for Breakfast

#C for Consequences

#D for Distance

#E for Everything and yet nothing

#F for Fate

#G for Google to the rescue!

#H for Hot!

#I for If only…

#J for Journey

#K for Killing Spree

#L for Love of her life!

#M for Missing you

#N for No place like home

#O for One

#P for Picking up pieces

#Q for Que in the cafe

#R for Retail Therapy

#S for Starving

#T for Too late

#U for Undoing the vanishing act

#V for Victor not victim

#W for Without You

#X for X?

#Y for You can’t always have what you want…

#Z for Zebra crossing

Of course, I’ve read all of them, while she was doing the A to Z challenge and fell in love with every single one. I think you will too.

Now, the lovely poem:

Flee

People like me flee before it,

We turn and run blindly,

or jump onto higher ground to be safe,

All the while screaming or shrieking,

despite our best efforts to remain calm and collected.

It’s as if they can sense our fears and our presence.

We go out of our way to avoid these monsters,

but they keep coming for us.

It’s almost as if they are tracking our every movement,

lying around, waiting,

Waiting for the perfect moment to terrify us.

We call them monsters,

Others call them spiders

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Do you know Shweta and her blog?

xx

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