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Details | Free verse |

Stop the Avoidance Cycle

Your avoidance attachment 
In such denial of it
Placing blame on everything else 
Blaming me making feel like I’m not ever going to be enough
Slapping my love right in front of my face
Like the abuse- 
you’re taking it out on me

I had nothing to do with it
I gave all my love and more
I was selfless in my heart to you 
I held onto hope- 
that’s just me

I prayed often for the pain to go away, for you
My love wasn’t enough to erase the traumas
I couldn’t control it 
I could only Hope 
I still have Hope 
Hope is what I cling to

If you can’t see the pattern
PTSD from October
It’s not from Halloween 

Go get ing Help
So Hope can survive
GOD, knows!
Save your soul
Enough living in pain
My Love, go get ing Help
Stop the cycle 
Stop the cycle

It hurts to see it 
It comes out viciously attacking and destroying the love
You had someone so beautifully special in your heart
You gave that all up
For-
Avoidance attachment style
Show me the love for yourself and me


Details | Free verse |

Lillith's Passing

What is it called?

When thousands of bats
Come pouring out the mouth of a cave
For the black gold of sunset?

Like that
The late autumn leaves tear from their branches
In a spooky warm gale
Misplaced this Halloween night

Buries the party of cars parked on the street
For the last three days of vigil
Tending to 100-year-old Lillith
Next door

Her bedroom window 30 feet from me
Where I stand in short sleeves
Amazingly
This time of year

I too wait for news

As I watch the tree tops crumble
And the puzzle pieces of starry sky
Connect their arms and fill the gaps

Creamy river Milky Way

Maybe they are holding Lillith’s hands
Asking her questions about the beyond

And knowing Lillith
She’s ignoring them all or mumbling
Oh yes yes

Peering outdoors through her curtains

Listening to my wind chimes
Ding
Like a harbored sailboat’s mast
Lashed by its pulleys and hoists

Nothing left of Lillith’s sail

Of course it would be a wind like this
On a magical night like this
That carries her away in its arms

Over the roofs and pumpkin streets
To the new October stars.

Book: Shattered Sighs