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 Nov 2020 Rachel Lady Durand
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flew off to see
what the galaxy had for me
sailed away on this black sea
losing more and more gravity

i felt it in my stomach
when blue faded to black
the aliens assured me i’d love it
cold press of knife in my back

there’s madness here
playing in the emptiness
and i’ve got nothing to hear
but its sweet consonance

spent my life on a moonbeam
but it’s getting lonely
i want to believe in beauty
below the stars
Every beat you have walked
Is the rhythm of your life
Step by step on the ground

Walking to the next chapter of life
You sit and stand where you are
Being able to walk that path of yours

Enjoying that path with the rhythm
There is no right or wrong here
Walking your path is your rhythm
Every life is different and has a different life path, with a different rhythm.
This time, It's different
Have varied reasons to celebrate

Some overcame the tragedy
Others are thankful to healthy fate

Some look forward to normalcy
Others found positivity to emanate

There's one common trait
In trying times, we did cultivate

Is to cherish the uncherished
And relish this time to originate

Though,we still have a long way to go
But, we found our reasons to contemplate
Sunday soul,
You took my hand,
And twirled me ‘round the lounge
I shut my eyes,
And off we went;
to the place that’s only ours

Sunday soul,
You laid me down,
And I took in your vista
I melted down,
And breathed in;
Your mystery, Enigma

Sunday soul,
We travel back,
What untethered frisson!
Hard to fathom,
Such a moment,
Took place in our kitchen (!)
 Nov 2020 Rachel Lady Durand
R
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.
Does a flower
Grant permission
To a bee
Does the earth
invite rain
All they do
is welcome
their kindred soul
- Avinash
To forgive is to forget,
or so I am told.
Erase the memories
you need to unload.

Self inflict amnesia
absolve from within.
Don’t bare the scars
of another mortal sin.

But I need to remember
I don’t need to forget,
the sorrow I swallow
in each Percocet.

Misery is a friend.
She reminds me often,
the torment I suffered
cannot be forgotten.
"We can build a factory, and make misery" - Goo Goo Dolls
why does everyone have so many questions.
when i already told them i don't have the answers.
why does everyone still ask.
when i told them to stop.
can you just
take what i give you
and not worry about the rest.
don't worry about what's unseen.
no one can control what's unseen.
so just let it go.
let me go.
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