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| | | | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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| | | | | Coping abuse comesin many formsso as coping. one could smileand just moveforward. one could prayharder -with the hopeof making themstronger. one coulddo therapyhoping the doctorswould find a cureand make themforget. one couldcould withrawfrom the worldhopes to wakeup, happy and sane. but what ifnone of it works?where do yougo from there? will the painever go away?... | |
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| | | | | It did not break my heart. He is not our Dad, as Mom tells us today. But a father, whether biological or not, could not have been better. Hats off to you, Dad! You are the only one we know, and the best one. It is a heartwarming moment to know that love of this... | |
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| | | Calm waters, idyllic surroundingsa perfect setting for an ideal lifewho knowswhat goes on within the genteel facade A window to nature and beyondfrom the darkness withina ray of hope or a fanciful dreamthat may or may not ever come true. Written for Sadje's wdys and Eugi's moonwashed weekly prompt. | ||