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To Cherish Life

Such a brilliant choice

Would it be an easy choice? She didn't ask. We have no right to tell her what to do. She does what she is strong enough to do. Such a brilliant choice. To live. To live and be with those who love her. Those who will always admire her. And this, in the end...

The Little Bliss

Just remember the bliss

Slowly rising. Slowly standing up. Slowly ascending, descending the stairs. Slowly and carefully. This is the way of the world for you now. And still the head is light. The sparkles are spinning, flying free. Up above the fray.  Leaning over, leaning down...

Lonesome Road

Without malice or shame

"You look like you came from a concentration camp." There was a smile along with the comment in the school shower room. It was not meant to be cruel. Just friendly joshing, of course.  Right? Always the skinniest one in the school classroom. The thinnest ...

The program comes to an end. Scenes from movies over the years. A montage of people loving each other in normal ways. The love that dare not speak its name. Racking sobs burst out from him. Weeping tears trail down his cheeks. Mouth wide. Choking gently....

Give me a reason

What did you do with your life

Life is meaningless. There is no reason. No reason to be here. You told your first grade teacher you loved her.  You made someone smile every time you appeared. You touched the head of a child weeping for her lost dolly. You adopted a pet from the animal...

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Youth Should Never Fade

Even though you may grow old still may you stay forever young

They signed up for dancing class at an arts center. Once a week. They volunteered for the tech crews at a theater. When time allowed.  They wrote poetry to read at open mic nights. Every so often. They hiked the pathways of the earth. In life's time. They...

You Are The Starlight

Starlight, starbright

You are the starlight in my starless night.  Moonglow is my wine of choice these days.But my eyes will slowly droop down and under the covers as the ersatz forgetfulness and sedation take me to my slumbrus abode.To my nightly home where I restlessly drows...

The One Still Here

She's the one who has to grieve

"I just don't want to talk to anybody." Softly, gently. "Not even you." He tried to hold her but felt the reluctance in her body. He has struggled so hard to understand. He has got to understand her feelings as well as his own. His struggle differs from h...