Abandonment Echoes
perfected pettiness,
blood lines in the sand,
a house divided
down its fraying center
mystery ladies &
illnesses, forgotten
birthdays & keeping
the phone on silent
on mother’s day,
pretending father’s day
doesn’t exist, pretending
we are islands, alone
weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher, only bonds
of revenge can speak
falling asleep with years
of remorse on my teeth,
& dreams of being birthed,
& wanted, kept,
re-birthed, held close
by a face I can never see,
or else I would fail
to ever awaken completely
Thistle Thoughts 
Lots of rich paradox. I’ll be thinking on “pretending we are islands, alone” for a while.
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How are you
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I’m doing ok
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There’s buttons for socials at the top of the blog on the home page👆
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Very powerful message, with some thought-provoking verses! 🙂
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Thank you
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A powerful poem in the which the emotion is like a storm! I love the way the lines come at you! Your choice of words make them striking!
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Thanks, Dominic
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Welcome Jennifer.
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Eclectic. I like it !
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Thanks for reading!
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