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Ode to my lost child What was it like? It was like my soul cramping and ripping itself from my body. It…
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Jerry Garcia Inspirational Quote I listened and identified with a lot of punk music growing up, so when a friend…
I’m curious, how does this poem make you feel?
Is this simply a response to the traumatic WWI, and if so, why is our response to trauma to end it all? To believe that it is all ending?
“You are not a mess
You are brave for trying”
Vulnerability is noble, but it’s not easy. The war-torn path behind me indicates I have made many messes and many mistakes, but is that such a bad thing? Or do the courageous and brave get confused with the meek?