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Cold

At the moment I feel cold.
By allowing myself
To fully experience the bitterness,
.......................................................I feel it moving through me

Like the freezing rain and fog outside my window.
To do otherwise,
This tormented and twisted bitterness
Would surely enslave
.......................................................my soul.


So very cold.

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Hi RW!
I have been missing your presence on tribe so I searched and found you here. You havent posted in a while here either so maybe you are off in a silent retreat? anyway I am wishing you well and hoping the feelings you shared in this poem have dissolved into happiness and freedom.
I am also on blogger at www.aliciahunsicker.blogspot.com
come and visit sometime and say hi!
your friend always,
Alicia

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The last 12 months have been the hardest of my life. The lightening quick ending of a 26 year marriage, partnership and friendship. The loss of my best friend of 30 years and the loss of other close friends. I am a poet and writer. Writing helps me move through both the joys and the fears and the pain with swifter and more useful degrees of grace and wisdom. Right now life is challenging, so the poetry reflects that. FYI Be in joy, in all ways! ~william