Sunday, July 13, 2014

take care of you.

'Let me take care of you.'

I am not used to that -
to someone taking care of me.

'You deserve someone to take care of you.'

I do? It feel so strange.

'I like to do take care of you.'

Why? How can I know you will stay with me?

'Because I love you.'

Really? Hard for me to believe.

'Let me hug you.'

Thank you, love.


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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Wanting...


I want ....

Do I want .....?

You will be here soon.

I am happy and nervous.

You who will round me out and listen to me.

I will round you out and listen to you.

It will not be easy, but we will listen to each other.

We will give hugs and share love.

Silence will be golden between us.

Love will be here too.

Do we want ...?

We want ....




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Sunday, May 18, 2014

Let Go

Why could you not help me?

Instead you put me down;

you belittled me.

And I stuffed it all inside.

I stuffed my anger,

and blamed myself instead of you.

I felt I was back in school being bullied.

Blackness surrounds me,

and only now am I realizing it.

By realizing my anger, I see options.

Options lessen the darkness,

and make me feel in control.

Maybe it is too late,

and some options will be closed to me;

however, other options exist now,

or will open up.

I just need to see the light,

let go of the anger,

and remember I am ok.




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Saturday, May 17, 2014

I Wonder No More

At last, I know.

I know at last.

And that is all I wanted.

To stop wondering,

to stop guessing,

to quiet my mind.

I am normal,

but for me,

normal is not like

it is for others.

And that is OK.

I am OK, OK, OK.

Breathe deep, relax.

It is ok;

I am ok.

Not a freak,

not a curiosity.

I am happy

to know and

have a diagonsis,

instead of wondering.

I wonder no more.

I know.



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Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Spring

The spring has been coiled a long, long time.

Then unexpecctedly, it starts to uncoil;

I, hopelessly, try to wind it back.

It unwinds more.

Then they hit;

frustrated, scared, and fearful, I am.

And slowly, I realize the fight is useless.

The spring will unwind no matter how much I resist.

I take a deep breath, and shed a few tears for things will not be the same.

Coiled the spring seemed normal because it had been that way:

That way for years and years.

But now it is time to let uncoil.

Let it uncoil to its natural state.

Let it uncoil all the way.

Breath deep, relax as it uncoils.

And look at the beauty of the uncoiled spring.



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Saturday, March 8, 2014

The Compliment

He gave me a compliment that made me feel good.

I have been struggling, and he cares about me.

Sometimes I feel so alone, so lonely.

My body feels so cold in the fog

Look up and see clouds with the sun hiding.

But now, I see the sun and feel it shining brightly.

The warmth of his words have warmed my body.

I see bright days ahead with no clouds.

The memory of his words keeps me going.

they will keep me going through dark days as well as bright days.



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Tuesday, February 4, 2014

I Saw Him

I saw him last night

he was lying down next to me,

looking at me with sunglasses on

I was happy, so happy.

He is gone, but he was there.

And he told me something.

That soon I would feel the same.

What does that mean?

Is it a foretelling of my death

or just that I will find some peace?

I do not know.

What I do know is I miss him,


and wish he was still here.




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