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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...
Loneliness

Loneliness

Loneliness is an apple hanging from a tree.While plenty of brethren, no skins touch.The space between ensures no borers to the core.No branches to mar the perfect exterior.Loneliness is standing in a crowd.Feeling the thump of music but not my heart.Wondering why all...
Powerless

Powerless

Paul is my nameOh what a recovery journey this has beenWillingness to heal from my childhood woundsEverything becomes a bit more clear since then.Reparenting brings me new insightsLooking at how I now look at things differentlyEveryone makes me feel less aloneSo much...
Mother Earth

Mother Earth

I love listening to her heart beat,"Beat, beat""Beat", "beat"In my mother's wombFirst split,Second split,Ingesting her painFourth split,Eighth split A world full of possibilitiesI was chosen for herShe for ISixteenth split, thirty second split In my mother's womb, I...
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