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Dedicated to all who suffer in silence...
Which isn't silent at all...
The torment is a far scream from quiet...
You are heard...
You are not alone...
We are not alone...
Wednesday, 2/01/23
Undulating pain
Thru my forearms
Thru my forearms
Into my wrists and palms
Woman, upright in bed
Outstretched legs
Watches the flame dance
Friday, 2/03/23
What is sex?
How does it feel?
All I know are memories and fantasies
Saturday, 2/04/23
February has four syllables
Carol has two
Valentine, three
Gabapentin has four syllables
Marijuana has four
Sleep, one
Elbows and knees, forearms and upper
Wrists and hands, back and ankles
Palms and fingers, shins and soles
They all hurt
Will I ever know
pure joy
again?
I have drifted away
from people. It's okay Carol.
You still have a few.
Sunday, 2/05/23
Monday, 2/06/23
So sad
Longing for affection
Ahh...desire equals
Suffering
Tuesday, 2/07/23
Sun shone brightly
In my sky today
Until the next bout of clouds
Less pain today
I enjoyed the reprieve
More please?
Opps! I wrote in shorthand
And I got messier
Why?
Thursday, 2/09/23
Tired
But I write my syllables
Anyway
Pain in back
and arms and legs
and hands and feet
That is all
Friday, 2/10/23
Pay Discover
Pay Visa
Terminix and Novant
Hubby stands to give the Practice
I soon will lay
To receive the Practice
Saturday, 2/11/23
I wait 'til night to write
when I am too tired
to write
I wait 'til night to write
when it's too uncomfortable to write
adjusting all my pillow props
Sunday, 2/12/23
Solitude invites
conversation with
the elements
Called AOF Friday
Did not leave voicemail
AOF immediately responded in text
And shortly thereafter, called
We spoke an hourish
I feel the gap in our connection
Wednesday, 2/15/23
Did not write my
syllables
for two days
Drive to The Saddle
Pop the pills
Drink in the sunset
As I draw my last breath
The company of self-doubt
is not a visitor
I desire
Bask in possibilities
Flying on horses
Dancing on whalebacks
Lift me up
Take me away
Deep into imaginations
Thursday, 2/16/23
What does trust look like?
Sun. Breath. Body.
Kindness. Gentleness. Trust.
Friday, 2/17/23
I trust...
Thru pain, sadness, grief...
Thru flow, joy, wholeness...
Thru suffering...
Thru relief...
Honoring each...
I trust...
Sunday, 2/19/23
Writing my syllables
But not everyday
Living them though, everyday
Tuesday, 2/21/23
Weary
Pain
Weakness
Please Lord, may I sleep tonight
May my heart be turned
toward gratitude
Even while uncertainty roars
Sunday, 2/26/23
Rereading my previous words
Syllables, shorts
Briefs, like underwear
Ruminating, ruminating
May I be free from these
Revolving thoughts
Please, Dear God
I pray again for freedom
From this unforgiving pain
And weakness and fatigue
I feel too sloppy to write
Sloppy in my brain
Sloppy in my hands
Sloppy in my posture
Monday, 2/27/23
Son and Daughter-in-law
Above the clouds
In route to
Little Down Under
