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I wrote this while going through therapy. It started out as a journal type entry and became my inner child telling of a time long ago. It was a comp..
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Laughter is spoken
Openly, without reservation.
Varieties of conversation are
Engaged in, no worries of rejection.
Still there is no
Telling of..
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A pale tea is brewing behind the razor wire. Is your prison fashioned of concrete and rebar or flesh and blood? Does guilt and shame hold you capti..
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Sandcastles fashioned in
Autumn’s warm sunshine.
Noon’s tide is turning, the
Day is moving on.
Castles wash away just
As dreams once..
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Just in case forever is make believe,
Just in case I do not have endless
tomorrows to say I love you,
I write it here today.
I am afraid that th..
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My baby, in chains, paraded before me. Not a baby anymore.
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There is a thin line between a tortured soul and insanity. Come, sit down, take a glance into a tormented psyche. What would you have done?
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A poem about a place I find as a sanctuary.
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A look at my sweet new born baby girl. This was written a long while ago. She just turned 18.
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A glance back at a piece I wrote when my , now 15 year old, son was very young.
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