Poetry

I Am

I Am

I am not the tension in my shouldersI am a warm summer breezeI am not my hypertensionI am a warm summer breezeI am not the give out in my kneesI am a warm summer breezeI am not the tight muscles in my hipsI am a warm summer breezeI am not the extra cushion around my...

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Loneliness

Loneliness

I realized lately that my parents did not have friends when I was growing up.Their relationship was adversarial at best. No modeling of a loving relationship, or modeling about having friends. No wonder I have had some difficulties with those! I moved...

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Inventory – Dreaded Inventory

Inventory – Dreaded Inventory

A searching and fearless moral inventory? With lots of fear and trepidation. I don’t like the word fearless; it’s not true. I’ll use the word courageous instead. Whose inventory? Those who harmed me? After all, they are at fault. My parents, my coworkers, the toxic...

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Lonely Had Become My Middle Name

Lonely Had Become My Middle Name

Another shot at love.just to be met with scorn ending up with the shovecreating a feeling #forlorn.And I kept on trying.To connect with the outer worldand it felt like dyingwhile shadows danced and swirled.Alone again, alone in the darkWhy have you forsaken...

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Counting Myself In

Counting Myself In

Excluded from the playground. Always picked last for any team sport. And when I am picked, quickly excluded from participation. I’m part of my family, but I don’t belong. Expected to be quiet and invisible. Expected to just go...

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