This isolation,
once my sanctuary,
and my salvation,
steals my memory,
is now my damnation
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Monday, December 31, 2012
Mystery Ending
Each day
begins filled with possibility
Each life too
How they end is the mystery
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begins filled with possibility
Each life too
How they end is the mystery
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What we learn
Our journey requires
us to take steps...
Our destinations
not always a choice
What we learn
along the way
is all ours
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us to take steps...
Our destinations
not always a choice
What we learn
along the way
is all ours
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Love is still the answer
There is no point in going on
to what?
But eventually, as the wounds heal
you resign yourself to what is
you deny what once was
and return to healing places
you once knew together
remembering only the good...
Eventually you get over it
each in their own way
and you hope to find something,
someone, to replace your loss
You find friends and loved ones
are still there
still caring...
and he or she becomes as a dream
and you feel safe within your shell
your run from attachments
thinking you have found freedom,
but there's no room for dedication,
nor kindness, if you forget
that Love is still the answer
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to what?
But eventually, as the wounds heal
you resign yourself to what is
you deny what once was
and return to healing places
you once knew together
remembering only the good...
Eventually you get over it
each in their own way
and you hope to find something,
someone, to replace your loss
You find friends and loved ones
are still there
still caring...
and he or she becomes as a dream
and you feel safe within your shell
your run from attachments
thinking you have found freedom,
but there's no room for dedication,
nor kindness, if you forget
that Love is still the answer
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Sunday, December 30, 2012
Time just dulls the pain
I think of this past summer
it was when time stopped for me
I don't get past this time
cannot accept it, or get used
to this change. It is not
a normal sorrow. I keep
thinking it need to have
happened, it's as though
all my bones are sticking out
and cannot be covered.
Time just dulls the pain,
but it's still there.
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it was when time stopped for me
I don't get past this time
cannot accept it, or get used
to this change. It is not
a normal sorrow. I keep
thinking it need to have
happened, it's as though
all my bones are sticking out
and cannot be covered.
Time just dulls the pain,
but it's still there.
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Saturday, December 29, 2012
To my angels
Awaken us in truth,
and renew our faith,
each and every day
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and renew our faith,
each and every day
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