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freedom is 'the dance'
to sounds of silence.
freedom is 'the song'
you dance to.
A Butterfly silently sings-
as she dances
on her winged freedom.
On the horizon, Butterflies-
stretch mirrored wings-
A gale blows hard- Here-
bending the Sycamores-
whipping the Willows.
I am not ashamed
to still be alive

I asked myself the question
and I chose to be

I held on
I was strong
and I survived

every new year
every sunrise
every single time I open my eyes

is another victory
the longer your Earthly path
all the more are prayers offered for the dead.
Ignored
by my children
Especially
my daughter
Taken
for granted
Taking
up space

Living
unnoticed
My pain
front and center
Checking
off boxes
That never
erase

Knowing
she loves me
More
now than ever
My face
a reminder
Of greatness
long past

My voice
the last vestige
Of songs
sung together
A melody
silenced
When first
—became last

(The New Room: January, 2024)
when she heard that i had been drilling fitfully,
she asked why but i could not explain really. so
i added the stop.

it seems that some like sticks, while others do
not.

there are a few of us, one of us is      leaving.
The year has faded
But you are still my favorite
memory, I swear
#note  to self, # self care # self love , # selfishness # self first
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