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From outside in

survival props subdue the fears inside,

where life is lost in battle songs

though oft their words forgot.

Survival brain protects and stands

against, and never for.

Safe until the moon sets close-

a quiet tremor felt

hushing winds

and with the sigh

you find

the self that fell apart.

The Rape

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Attached to this moment by a thin string pulled

 by a memory my body won’t cut loose.

An uncoordinated swallow and choking breath

release head from heart.

Alone

At risk

Trust dissolved in rhythms that would otherwise heal.

 

The Rape

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Attached to this moment by a thin string pulled

 by a memory my body won’t cut loose.

An uncoordinated swallow and choking breath

released the head from my heart.

Alone

At risk

Trust dissolved in rhythms that would otherwise heal.

 

Promise year: 41

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To have and to hold “will not last long”

-too messy too expectant they said

yet 41 promise years later,

we stand each whole and yet one.  

Never really over,

the gospel of love embraced.

The time together traced in the lives of too many

but especially three

with days years or moments left to bloom.