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Tiredness Poem
Sleep crusted eyes drawn downward. Heavy from weighed down lids. A misty haze that settles on the body and mind. Thick and oppressive. It chains down until movement is not possible. It begs to stay still. *** Some people fight it. Trying to get every move out possible. Forcing their eyes wide open. Ignoring the…
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To Be An Astronaut
Every kid is obsessed with something when younger. It comes in phases where interests ebb and flow. Replacing itself with something new every time it fades. I had my mermaid phase, the dragon phase, but my longest lasting phase was my space phase. I knew obscure space facts and was fascinated by the workings of…
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The Rubber Band
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Two Roads Poem
There are two roads in life. Winding over the rivers of choice. Twisting around the mountains of consciousness. Doors that both have a set direction but no set destination. With very few signposts. Under un telling clouds. *** The first path is of the self. Paved with comfort but only in one direction. Trying to…
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Choices Poem
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Self Defined Poem
I am greater than words on a page. Diplomas and documents simple keys but not the door. Black and white too one dimensional. Lines too straight and without creativity. Those keys are just accessories meant to be used as needed. Mine to choose from. *** Physical or mental limits are not the door either. The…
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Incompatible Caregivers
I have recently discovered that no matter what you try to do, there are some people who you can never please. Disabled people that need physical care often end up with multiple caregivers at once. Especially those that need a significant amount of help. Relying on one caregiver for too long can burn them out…
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The Gatekeeper Poem
The gatekeeper blocks the path forward. Wider than logic and taller than what should be able. There is no way around them. Armed with self crafted policy. Guarded by an inscrutable helm that indifferent eyes shine from. Ears unhearing. *** The gatekeeper demands a toll from all. For some it is unwavering submission. Circus hoops…
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Empty Poem
It stands as a magnificent shell. Echos without sound. A place abandoned long ago. Hollow in spirit past the point of recovery. Rotted while still standing. Sorrow without feeling the tears. *** Secretive corruption. Worming its way through all that would be good. Hidden behind a facade of what people look for. Taking over any…
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Not For Me Poem