White moon rising high
What does this subconscious mind
Need to tell this world
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White moon rising high
What does this subconscious mind
Need to tell this world
Time after time I cast those stones back to its pinned head
Bloodied it raw — tore the faceless mass to ribbons
A pebble for every tear trapped behind a dry eye
A rock for every scream buried in a tight chest
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I find myself calmed
Somehow in this acceptance
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I want to try something
It’s going to take a while
But I hope some friends will
Come along with me while they can
It won’t be easy
But I have to at least make an attempt
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Hopeful morning light:
I bask in warm reflections
Friend’s kind compassion
For M., dear writing friend
Memories of those I hate
Or hated
Still walk into the room some evenings
Looking, somehow, as shocked to see me
As I am angry to see them
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Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
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Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
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I’m sick of poems
I’m sick of feeling like I’m whining
I’m sick of fear
I’m sick of caring
I’m sick to death of me and all my bullshit
Something’s gotta change
So let’s change
February 20, 2025
Hidden in our thoughts
So much love must remain
Unseen and unheard
Silent confessions
These, too, fated to be lost
Alone in the dark
I curl myself tight
In my recovery bed
Finding comfort here
This tiny, soft space
Like a child’s old blanket
Where I seek healing
Breath so unrelenting
Until the last falls still
One day
It will all
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