of course, I want to help, what little I might be able
but I realize it is hard to believe there is understanding
from another. Can anyone else know the horror that you carry inside?
Is your misery so locked inside that no other could possibly
break the code? Like a returning soldier from combat zone
your internal drama seems to be yours alone.
Can you imagine that this is not so?
Can you imagine that thoughts like clouds
cannot be seized or corralled or owned?
(working on poems on a snowy day - another snowy day....)
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