• swimming in thoughts

    I can contemplate too much read my rhythms far too oftensit so still that birds might landon my skin that will not soften.Age brings wisdom so they sayI'd suggest that's quite some lying What it brings is just reflectionCan't...

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    Even though this days been shitthe night brings quiet comfort to a very strained and tired mindIn the hush, I will find myself again.So will you.Sweet Dreams.🙏

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  • Where The Crawdads Sing

    They say she was a child of face.Everyone knew her.And life went on a normal pace. When she was a child,she had a mother.A brother,siblings and her father.Father was how you'd expect him to be. Except he always drinks and gambles.The...

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  • She Has Chosen the Date

    She's not getting married.She's not getting engaged.She's not travelling, thoughShe is going away..... forever.My friend has chosen the date for her death.Her assisted death.28th September 2025.I've been invited to attend.A privilege indeed.She has battled cancer and alltherapies have now...

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    • You made me tear up! I don’t know if I could be that brave. I just finished chemo myself. Breast cancer caught early. Lumpectomy. Radiation. That’s why I stopped writing at DUP the last couple months it was there. Just wrote for the first time a week ago and came here. I also fell in love for awhile. Nice guy. Great dog. Held me and went through stuff with me. I couldn’t take the “Are you ok?” even one more time. He was comfortable to be with. A week after my last chemo we stayed at his friend’s cottage. I realized that I was the only thing he had in life. And he focused it on me. I couldn’t be all that. He needs more than just existing. He had 4 good years in the 1990’s but the rest of his life has been being numb. His relationships were all female dominated. His mother and his ex-wife pushing him around. Even his sister who openly hates him. I hated to hurt him but he needs more. I need more. As nice as he was and is – it wasn’t enough for either of us. If my time is limited, I need more than hugs, a smile and “please pass the canned beans”. Writing this comment 2 days after the breakup has inspired a new poem. If I have energy, maybe a post for tomorrow. I did my three today.

    • Thanks Paula for your thoughtful comment.Im no expert in affairs of the heart but my experience in a long term relationship is that space is necessary.
      If someone loves you ‘because they need you’….it ain’t love.
      You’ve done the best thing for both of you

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