Christmas time is here, friends cannot draw near. We wear our masks, complete tasks, attempt our songs of cheer.
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a poppy for COVID
Having seen the monuments dedicated to those who sacrificed their lives, I wonder what it would be like, to see a monument to the dead of this virus. A monument to the survivors, many of whom still suffer.
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when december calls
When December calls...
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ruins
These ruins sit unused, generations pass them by.
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Leaves Fall
Leaves fall. Each one starts, a gentle cascade to the earth, carried by the breeze.
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consume
I lose myself in the music if only for a moment.
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through the storm
It is a swirling storm that reigns my thoughts.
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butter tarts
I would normally bake two dozen butter tarts, because you loved them.
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reserve judgement
They say: Don’t judge your beginning or middle, against someone’s end.
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stars
I don’t see you any more, your lights dimmed amidst the glow of others.
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injustice
We must act on injustice, for those who need it.
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is empathy enough?
Is empathy enough without action?
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Isolation Lessons
Play harder than you worry.
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your kindness
Your kindness matters.
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I fell apart
I fell apart today picked up the broken pieces, quickly taped them back up, went on my way.
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silent times
These are silent times.
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rough
He said his day’s been… rough. I know what he means.
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in the silence
It was in the silence, the quiet scorn before punishment that I first heard your voice.
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peaks
Perhaps it's time to flatten other curves.
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stopped
I stopped, met my deadline...
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bloom in the gloom
Amidst the panic/ the anxiety choked hearts...
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I create
In the midst of chaos, I create.
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Let’s talk mental health
But 15 months ago I was in crisis.
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Devastation
What a difference a year makes. I can only watch from afar, the devastation greater than I can fathom. Using numbers doesn’t help me understand the magnitude when it’s ten and one hundred times bigger than my closest reference. And even that I cannot comprehend.
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Skipping Stones
Smooth and round the disc fits in my palm, the perfect spot to rub my thumb over. It soothes my tactile self.
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love should be easy...
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The cold permeateschilling my bones to their depth.It has been so long since I’ve felt warmth,or the feeling of my limbs.They are phantoms now,leftovers of another life,when I felt control and pain.I stumble along,unable to feel the bruisesI’ve accumulated along the way.I bump against a door,not realizing I’ve crashed it wide,blown it open so the … Continue reading enter
giving of my heart
Giving of my heart...
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