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Being In the Moments

My mother believed in prayers, more than my father did 
 
My father believed in tackling his problem with a flask of   
 
White rum, I believed in the moment of things: 
 
They are hidden compartments inside of us, my poetic friends 
 
“Being in the moment” can be a helpful reminder if we understand it in a more expansive way 
 
Perhaps it was true, when someone said to deal with some situation at moment times 
 
I refused to grieve for my dearly departed husband, 
 
Past experience, wouldn’t allowed me to weep at his grave 
 
My lack of dispassion and willful stubbornness. 
 
Did I really love him, did I really forgive him? 
 
Maybe it was the disrespectfulness, I couldn’t forgive, 
 
The truth is quite different. Forgiving an offense empowers the offended. It is to a man’s glory to overlook an offense (Proverbs 19:11) 
 

I can’t change, the past, but I can learn from it, it might prevent me 

From walking through a fire, such as that,  
 
 
I would look at his picture on my refrigerator, and I love him and I hate him 
 
In that same moment, we are surely bedmates 
 
My distance craving, my longing to be held tightly throughout the night. 
 
If a person can fulfill needs for companionship, love, sex or mating, there is a greater chance that the other person will fall in love with him or her over, and over again 

Somehow not me, you burn, you affect me deeply, 
 
I have done all of this, and came out the loser, all the time 
 
Love is not for me.  loneliness is my captive 
I know, I know, I know, loneliness need not to have the final words 

Even when the world is against me, 

I will shine through, like old ancient Bims 

I lost the love of my life due to jealousy, 

He lost me because I love him enough to let him go, 

I had a breakthrough, I had given up on loving, a mortal again 

I rather be alone, than living with them and be lonely, 

I was never programed to fail, or stand for foolishness 

Yes, call me stubborn, called me high and mighty, 

Call me the new modern girl, I will not age like a failure 

But with greatness, with relentless pursuit for my happiness,  

I deserved this. I know I do, the poet within, know I do 

As my online paparazzi stalk me. They need to go ahead 

And do their own thing... lol

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