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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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