ME (05/31/1962 / NJ)


Me and my solitude,
A strange relationship.
By turns embracing it
Or wriggling in its grip.
Is it a cloister, safe,
Where I can take the veil
Restored to peace - or trapped?
A refuge or a jail?
Its silence deafens me -
Or opens up my ear
To something lost elsewhere,
Quiet, simple, clear.

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I share this moment my friend. A dear one passed a few years ago of cancer. Once so vibrant, she just simply faded away. I appreciate your thoughts!
Good-bye is one of the saddest words in the English language. But you were there for the one you held so dear And it does get better farther on. Beautiful poem. Prayers for you. Warmest regards, Sandra
very sensitive n touching poem good work
Letting go is hard, knowing one day we will return keeps us going on.
my mom died some time back, and it was cancer. peaple who are dieing like this have a look and sadnass about them, ...and you cant do any thing about it but hope for the best.
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