That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
Hey, not bad!
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Lol
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🙂
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What a great photo, a real day-brightener!!
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Alina has a pointy there. You look great.
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I agree with Alina! 👍🏼👌🏼
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Cute! 😀
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Such joy in this picture. *love*
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😍😂
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I suspect any color would look good with smiles like that!! So fun!
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Lol.
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