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To be Kind Poem
Jesus once said to be kind. It is not because it is easy. It means to ignore past pain. To pull out the thorns along with your own. To put retaliation aside and forget. Face the day anew despite reality. *** It was not said to set us free. Knowing that you are doing right…
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Cleansed Poem
It is an act of self care. Regular baptism of the self. Intimate and innocent. Care in the form of cleansing. Bathed in water and light. Whispers of the self hidden in the splash of shower water. All is laid bare there. There is no hiding. No distraction in activity or dressing. You are all…
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Innocence Poem
I know you are innocent. They know you are innocent. I know it will not effect the outcome. They know they can effect the outcome. I know you are trying trying your best. They know all they have to do is open their mouth first. So breathe. The outcome will come no matter what. Falling…
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To Remember Poem
Where did the years go? The time for innocence. Before I had time to fear and regret. Can you tell me where it went? The time of invincibility never happened. I do not remember selling that phase of life away. It is so easy to remember all that is lost isn’t it? Much harder to…
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All is Said and Done Poem
I want to say that I did everything when all is said and done Both a gift for you and for me. Selfish on both accounts. Double hopeful. I do not make this wish lightly. I say it with a hope of a better tomorrow. That this would never mean the end of me. Reaching…
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One Moment Poem
Just one moment before I continue on. I have never been this far before. Placing the stars up upon the sky. I just hope I do not fall all the way down. At least give me a moment to trace the patterns before it is time. A moment before the great descent back to earth.…
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To Shapeshift Poem
Life was so much harder before I learned to shapeshift. Trying to fit a mold. Any mold really, does not have to be a favorite. A shape I can make work. Or even have the chance to partially master. *** Nothing would fit. I was either too small or too big. Or missing necessary pieces…
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Listen! Poem
Do you hear it? The thrum of life all around! Pounding, ringing on your skull. Like the roar of the highway at 3 AM. Ever present. Ever demanding. *** You cannot escape it. Trying to run away from it only changes the sound. The scream of tires replaced by the rushing of wind through the…
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Anesthetic Dreams Poem and Update
A girl lay in the sterile white sheets. Nurses had given her warm ones but somehow she still felt cold. Skin clammy and beaded with sweat. Activity happened near her and away from her. People tending to others in turn. It would be her turn soon. The girl had been in this position before. She…
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Absolutely Fine Poem
It starts off small. Small enough to step on without notice like an ant. It can do nothing to you at all, but it is still there. Small things grow however. What starts small becomes a nuisance and a nuisance can become a threat if unchecked. Even a million ants can be more than a…