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You know what?

I think I'm finally getting over it. I'm not completely over it.  But something has shifted.

As succinctly as I can put it:

I wish it didn't happen this way.  But it did. Love is blind. It is something that you cannot control. I don't regret it.  He's the love of my life. He's the partner of my life. I honestly believe that anybody who ( Read more... )

I am in a crisis of faith.

But I don't believe in God.

Faith is not only for the religious. A common misperception.

I don't 'believe' in anybody's story about a humanized 'God', but I have had faith my whole life.  I have led an entirely blessed life. I cannot count my fortunes, for they are all in love and therefore immeasurable.  Not that I haven't ( Read more... )

morning
the morning trickles
slowly it is light
and you are gone
because leaving is what you do right
early sun pokes at my limbs and i move
i find another comfort and lay with nothing to prove

but on the hour my eyelids lift
and away I am taken from a dazed dreamers drift
my heart is at a resting state of hope
abound
and quickly all my joy plummets to the ( Read more... )

Triumphant
I see you look at me.
Triumphantly.
Like I was something small that you could beat
You don't yet know I'm bigger than you could ever be
All of my two inches and five feet.

What is it
Poetry or rhyme, 
Does it have to be true?
Or can I write it down
Because it sounds good too
It did't- but it could have happened
Not to me- but to you.

Common
I think ( Read more... )