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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
you, yes, you
I need you to feel
more alive
and that's the end
the beginning of
any metaphor
If you're going to wait
Make sure it's
Worth it
By
Making sure
There's
No need
Keeping track of
The
Time
You are
Waiting
It takes as long as it takes
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