Tag: recovery
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12/27/2022
It took my 32 years to learn what I can and can’t do I can’t save my brother, I can’t save my dad This is freedom This is breathing
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Waiting
I thought he wasn’t going fast enough I was impatient I pushed and pressed and cornered I gave up exasperated I hated myself for trying again For giving him more chances Sometimes he was in control and sometimes, maddeningly and devastatingly, he wasn’t He wanted to talk it over and over with no movement I…
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Moving slowly
He moved towards me very slowly Like a large planet Like a slow roaming eye At first he was an image on a video And a voice Then he was a friend With interesting things to show me Then he told me his terrible secrets Secrets that were never spoken out loud Secrets I didn’t…
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After grief
I think we grieve because deep down we’re afraid that we will love someone less if they are not here, here to love us and give us attention and affection. We’re scared that if we forget them then, life is finite and meaningless and we’re scared of the nature of mortality. I think anyone who…
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Subway trains
All the dreams I had On the commute train in and out of my suburban hometown Watching the railroad tracks converge and diverge Evolve into backyards and graffiti The songs I listened to about how I was going to be a better person tomorrow Smarter, richer, more powerful The dreams never added up to anything…
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Silence
Sometimes an image of my brother comes to me Today he is 7 And laughing The condolences don’t say anything No blame Just silence He’s not 7 in the past He’s seven now He’s every age now Then he flies away again
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Sobresaturado
Traté de encontrar mi caminoPregunté a los oráculos y al océano y a las caminatas matutinas y a las charlas de caféDeambulé por las calles del paraíso buscando el letrero con el nombre de mi verdadero amorHacer conjeturas cada noche como la historia de rumplestilskinBailar con extraños y amigosCreyendo que era librePero nadie que conocí…
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Sobresaturado
Traté de encontrar mi caminoPregunté a los oráculos y al océano y a las caminatas matutinas y a las charlas de caféDeambulé por las calles del paraíso buscando el letrero con el nombre de mi verdadero amorHacer conjeturas cada noche como la historia de rumplestilskinBailar con extraños y amigosCreyendo que era librePero nadie que conocí…
SUBLIME COURAGE 