Mr. Potato acts like a normal potato.
Yet, deep down, Mr. Potato feels sad. Pretending to be like everyone else breaks his heart.
Mr. Potato’s Diary
Mr. Potato’s heart reaches out to him, nudging him with care.
His heart feels like home! Comforted, he begins to embrace his true colors.
Mr. Potato’s Healing
In the space of self-acceptance, it’s easy to be enough.
Mr. Potato can yell hello to the trees, wander off mid-sentence, and be his wildly colored himself. There is no one to please, only the space to be weird and free.
Mr. Potato’s Self Acceptance
More confident than ever before, Mr. Potato begins to be his authentic self around other potatoes. However, the fear of rejection can make him feel nervous.
Nevertheless, his heart can only shine his free-spirited, quirky, and imperfect self.
Every Potato Has A Colorful Light to Share 💖
Dear beautiful soul, what makes you unique? ✨
I like Mr. Potatoe’s story.
What makes me unique….myself & my personality, I would say; that people see
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Haha, that’s awesome, your inner light must be shining outwardly! We need unique personalities in this world. 💖 Thank you so much for enjoying Mr. Potatoe’s story, I relate to him quite a bit. 🙂
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You’re welcome…..keep writing with your inner light ✨
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Yay… that’s my intention. You as well, with all the heart and guts of poetic beauty!!! 🙂
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✨❤️….that alone sounds so beautiful…”with all the heart and guts of poetic beauty!!!”
….❤️✨
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Well, you responded perfectly…You’re spot on with poetry translates all that of being human…and sometimes being inhuman (sort of….when one feels like a beast / devil / demon)
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Wow!! Yes… that thought has never occurred to me before. Poetry can portray this subjective reality of our interior world. Sometimes the interior world feels supernatural (“devilish”), with how uncontrollable, “wild”, and “untamable” our emotions and our shadow sides are. Going along the supernatural theme, poetry can also portray a heavenly, dream-like aspect of reality that makes life feel a bit “surreal” (i.e. romanticizing our emotions)! Poetry is definitely a vehicle for both our subjective imaginations and objective realities. 😛 ❤ 🙂
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You get me & I, you….even some of my poems portray that side of me….
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Do you mean “me” is the heart, whereas “I” is the perceived self?
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You can say that…I like that…though I meant we’re mirrors…I see you…you see me…you get me…I get you…and mirrors don’t lie
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This is wonderful story. I like the allegory
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Dear Parneet, Mr. Potato is glad you liked it. 🙂
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