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The Well Meaning Angel
I am a weary traveller,washing my hands of myself as I fall down at his door,carrying every wound that I once hoped someone else would hold,begging for the breakthrough of flaming valleys. I am too weak to tell him that I do not want to be fixed when he finds me,he doesn’t try to tell…
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My Two Fathers Are Watching
He towered over the troubled child, virtuous, virgin of hope, a child, ripped from a child herself. Messy when she fingerpaints, messy when she scribbled words that would one day become whole worlds, messy when she tried to climb the kitchen cabinets for biscuits before dinner, his very own Macarena. He had such hope for…
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Mary’s Boy Came Home
You came home, long hair billowing in the spring winds, sunlight shining through the open door as the sea of your mother’s tears finally parted and peace returned to her pillow. She lived another lifetime in the time you were gone, her eyes were weary but her arms were welcoming, and you fit so neatly…
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Divorce
I was on the pier, playing my part in filling the ocean, collapsing under the chaos of home, bound to return, but broken at the thought. For a moment, for the very first time, I was alone. There had never been a voice, or even a familiar, friendly hand to hold, just a promise of…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 