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ÉCRIRE : C’EST ÇA OU MOURIR

ÉCRIRE : C’EST ÇA OU MOURIR

J’ai écrit ce (trop long) poème il y a 29 ans, étant encore en amnésie traumatique, confusion, déni… Aujourd’hui, je le dédie à tou(te)s les ami(e)s en 12 Etapes (toutes Fraternités confondues) qui s’y reconnaîtront, eux(elles)-mêmes et leur souffrance...
A Christmas I Remember

A Christmas I Remember

(Note to my fellow travelers: I wrote this on 30-Nov-21 as I was “looking forward” to Christmas.) Christmastime:A time of peace, love, joy,anticipation, hope, giving,goodwill towards all. I remember Christmas:I was five or six years old.We arrived at a friend’s...
“The Front Lines”

“The Front Lines”

Entering the war zoneNever prepared for battleLove is a battlefield Just a youngster in your careLost on the front linesLove is a battlefield Facing the enemy I love unconditionallyWhy do you hurt me so bad?Ill prepared and searching for shelter and safetyWhy do you...
Our Father

Our Father

This poem contains content that some may find offensive. I don’t want to be your hero. I was a child.I took a dozen lashes.Then stood up and said, “Fuck you.” I don’t want to be your hero. A heavy wet blanket of pain was draped over this boy’s body.From the outside he...
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