Across Multiverses

Somewhere out in the world right now

A woman is opening the door

Getting bad news as she holds her children

While somewhere in a different universe

She is welcoming her husband home

And maybe somewhere in the multiverse

He is still searching for her…

Somewhere in the world right now

A child is…

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Rewriting Memory

if time listened to me

I’d ask it to give me more time

so that all the happy memories feel strong longer

and last longer

to the point my soul would feel sublime

if time heard my reasons

then all the melancholic days would be a blast

everything sad would then be on the upside

with great…

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Back and forth

Back and forth

It’s more difficult for me than it is for you.

No it’s much more difficult for me.

Is this a contest?

It’s hard for us all, can’t you see?

The pendulum swings.

Does my pain matter more than theirs?

Are we not all in this together?

What is easy to you, is a struggle for me.

What comes naturally to me,…

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Rewriting Memory

Perhaps it was because I was young and didn’t know

Or because I was depressed and at my wit’s end

That in making detailed plans to take my life

I was contradicting everything I had penned

I was in that dark place where I saw no light or hope

Unhappy with the situation I was in

So there I was, lost…

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I look up to the sky

and taste my freedom.

Like a bird who escapes its cage,

I soar above the tree tops,

relishing my release,

never looking back.

I won’t feel guilty for those still in cages

because I’ve learned—

Inspiration unlocks more doors

than persuasion ever could.

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The Common Journey

Piecing together the mystery 
of one's own life can take 
an awful long time 
sometimes

Sometimes I mistake the dots 
that were meant to be joined up
for the perforations 
on the piece of paper
lined up on the left-hand side

Sometimes I dabble 
without thought or care
then my life lurches one way 
or in too…

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A craft presented among peers. The crowd of gathered crows ready to pick at my eyes and a still beating heart. Will they be supportive or rejecting? Bring them to tears with joy or pain. Unfolding the fear within the soul,…

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If someone still remembers and a song brings a flood to the eyes?

When the picture, above the mantle, yet thrusts the piercing rods of memories through the heart, I think then birthdays still count.

Happy Birthday Mom.