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M Jul 2023
Suddenly its here
I sent the letters
that I always wanted to send
to the schools that
bullied me
to the place
that didn't care
about my ****** assault
I sent them letters today
finally after all these years
but not from a place of terror
or victim hood
but from a place of transmutation
of taking pain
and transforming it
to make these places
safer healthier more loving places
for other women.
Healing is possible
never allow anyone
to tell you that it isn't .
Be the you
that your inner child has always needed.
M Jul 2023
How funny life is
Ain't it
Come to the cafe
Where I met you all this months ago
But yet not a word is spoken
I pertend as if I don't known you
For the horror of betrayal
Of being cast aside
Rejected
Hurts too much
I notice
How people
Act when they want to be polite
But I won't be anymore
Instead I'll just stare
And write
I don't own you a smile.
I don't owe anyone
My self respect.
M Jul 2023
My tolerance for bullsht
became so thin
bec ive dealt with it
my whole life
do you actually think
that I would take you
back
after you laughed at me
spit at me
when I was down
mocked my insecurities
and belittled me ??!!
just because we are flesh and blood
it doesn't mean you get another chance with me
or that I buy your lies or bullsht
anymore
so you text me saying you love me
love is proven
true love
is kindness
empathy
compassion
caring about the other human being
it means more than just basic decency
I can't believe
how much I was brainwashed
to beg for decency
when I am sure
there are people
that exist
that would surely give that to me
and even more than that
just because they care,
but I will not depend on what
others will do or won't do anymore,
  I must give it to myself
and noone especially not my brother
will take away my standards from me
ever again.
  Jul 2023 M
Emily Dickinson
1695

There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself—
Finite infinity.
  Jul 2023 M
Emily Dickinson
668

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
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