#healing
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Letting Go

Unclasp borrowed burdenRelease shame’s leaden cloakWasn’t yours to carryIts weight that nearly broke Your back to curl tightlyTraps hardened taut with dreadStrapping skull to shouldersPosed stiff to stare ahead Disrupt dark disorderLet fall before the dead Undress under starlightCool air to bring releasePrickle each pore aliveBathe burden with belief Your back unfurls slowlyShoulders lower to… Continue reading
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Blog: 14 Days, 13 More

TW: mental health, self-harm, suicide flavored stuff Reading between the lines of my blogs and poetry, it’s likely apparent if anyone is reading that, given my choices to take control of my life, I have endured something like 3 solid months of painful endings. My group of people, most whom I thought better of, made… Continue reading
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Blog: Moving Mountains

I have another two weeks where I am, with no plan yet on where next is. This should scare me into despair or drastic action, as it would have prior; though uneasily, I’m following instinct each day to find my feet, while leases prefer more lead time. The abundance of choice and lack of direction… Continue reading
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Blog: Spanglish On the Dock

I met my temporary neighbor today; outside on the porch, my dog barked and approached someone unseen off stage left. I no-no-no’d her lovingly and turned the corner to find a gentleman supremely startled by the prospect of her enormous bark, despite her typical furious wagging of joy and love, all while he tried not… Continue reading
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Blog: Choices on the Open Ocean

I sailed across a sea of sunlit green today, crossing rivers I’d never seen prior, seeing new states and license plates. Tonight’s landing is the perfect blend of the first and the second spots. It’s close enough to civilization that I can Grubhub myself a proper dinner to break up the convenience store bites (often… Continue reading
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Blog: Dialing up the Bon of the Voyage

Trying to build the life I wanted has required several new levels of intellectual, emotional, and intestinal fortitude that the prescribed, expected, and safer path I was on prior did not. As I make my way on this journey from grand master Tower moment to Phoenix risen, I hope to share a tidbit or two… Continue reading
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Blog: The Cut

The house is being fixed up and shown, and I have 3 carloads, 3.5? To make 1. The end was a mad dash to just box and bag, clear surfaces, and make room. Last night and tonight, I’ll be musing on the last choices, what really makes “the cut”, what can be left behind or… Continue reading
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Shards

I will pluck every shardFrom my mindYour venom touch No sleep, I want to hearPulls and popsThat tear the hush Counting each crimson chipEach small deathPunctures me pale I offer eachA gentle kissA quiet wakeA silent wail Time grew scars, tough and soreWhere softnessAnd delight reigned Azure lights lost to grayEach feelingFearful or feigned I… Continue reading