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I lay awake And listen to the storm of my life The trees of the past are scraping against the house And the wild wind feels painful Tortured Hurt It's rained for thirty days My writing mothers me the way nothing can or ever has or ever will Unless it's myself I talk to the shadow of the lamp in my room The shadow of the lamp lit only by a little moonlight The moonlight is small like me My grief is bewildering I'm left with nothing but rain and snails to look out for on the front steps.
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Small like me
I lay awake And listen to the storm of my life The trees of the past are scraping against the house And the wild wind feels painful Tortured Hurt It's rained for thirty days My writing mothers me the way nothing can or ever has or ever will Unless it's myself I talk to the shadow of the lamp in my room The shadow of the lamp lit only by a little moonlight The moonlight is small like me My grief is bewildering I'm left with nothing but rain and snails to look out for on the front steps.
#winter#grief#loss#relationship#family#marriage#separation#trauma
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
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