Cindy Lu Poet I do not know?

Normal Women

The summer days are becoming cooler

I think about winter and the lack of sun
to come

I remember a year ago at this time...
My boyfriend had health issues he was recovering from
"Lets go to my condo for the winter in St. Pete"

St Petersburgh?? Are you serious!!
I love it there!

Novemeber comes~
With the bitter winds

Are you preparing? He said
Man, I got this children's book coming out.
I got the exclusive article.
THE COVER!
and all these little assignments to do.
Let me think on this
If you were blowing a piece of glass would you stop in the middle Shawn?
Nope. He said
It would collapse.
Cindy, I am an artist and understand what you are going through
When I blow glass I don't like interuptions
but you have to understand,
I'm in remission and there's so much I want to see and do
I understand, I said

So time went on,
The Spring rain came
It was a rough winter I thought to myself
Success, what does it really mean?
I called him and he said these words that burned some nights
" I've got a normal woman in my life now"

So I moved to three major cities in six monthes.
Looking for success
and the roads were paved witha bit of regrets
And does it all really matter
(it's the unknown)
(and if we did know)
IS a very small word that means so very much!
 just is.. I thought



As I write my depth goes upon the page
as if my heart bleeds with each stroke,
and I find sentimental emotion in the simplicities

Normal women..... HA!
That's ridiculous I thought,
savoring my lollipop

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Johnny Rhinem August 15, 2013 at 12:03 PM † I Always Felt Like A Misfit Myself As A Child And In Many Ways I Still Do, Sweet Precious Lucinda Price ˜ Never Did We Grasp A Dream Within, 'This Life And Or World.' A Solitary Candle Sitting Atop Time's Window Sill Silently Gazing Past It's Frosted Glass; Unto Another Winter's Display In Perpetuals, Should She Pass ? So I Do Not Know What Normal Is But I Do Love The Depth We Find Within, Your Ever Soulfelt Verse ˜ Let's Go View Your Gifted Poet's Latest Post And Thank You For Your Kind Visit, Love, John