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Everything

Powdered doughnuts, screaming children,
Noisy autos and a silly red hen,
All the things everywhere, that, this, and then.
A week or a day, a minute, and an hour,
Everything all the time, candy that is sour.

The moon and stars and universe too,
All things everywhere, everything for you.
Big trucks, toy cars, tall buildings in our view,
Twilight, baseball, even morning dew.

Mountain tops, puppy dogs, yummy ice cream floats,
Bicycles, lollipops, Cutesy-colored post-it notes,
All things everywhere, everything I want for you.

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My Reality

I’ve lived and I’ve loved or so I thought,
came out broken, beaten and battered.
A false embrace a kiss of lies,
All loves games I bought.

Tried to be just who I am,
Not one would care to ease.
Friends, family or chosen mate,
Would bring me to my knees

Shut my mouth to obstruct the blow,
The Anger, fury and wrath,
The Inevitable Invisible tears will follow 
Down the well known well lit path.

Gone is my spirit my wings my will,
Life no longer has meaning, only evil
No reason for happiness, to laugh or smile
The bruises will fade from a life so vile.

I’ve tried to be strong, I’ve tried to endure,
But the cracks in my heart are too deep to cure.
Every smile forced, every tear unseen
the battle recurs of a war routine

Shrink to the floor to block the blows,
The venom, the anger, the fury that grows
The bruises they fade, but the pain never goes,
I waste in the ashes feel my will decompose.

A life once lived, a soul once whole,
lost in the darkness of my own swallowed soul
No hope for a future, no light in the dark,
Just a lonely heart shattered, too broken to spark.

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When We Say Goodbye

When we say goodbye,
Time will not stand still.
Life moves on as it always has,
Forsaking my own will.

Don’t try to feel sad—
I’ll know it’s all a lie.
You didn’t love me while alive;
Don’t pretend to care when I die.

I was a burden to so many,
In my youth and old age.
I’d rather go out quietly
Than force a false stage.

No speeches, no flowers,
No tears you think you owe—
Let silence write my ending
In the language that I know.

Let the quiet be my witness,
Let the wind recite my name.
You don’t get to rewrite my story—
You were the ones who brought the shame.

I begged for scraps of kindness,
You served me guilt and blame.
Now you want to call it love?
That’s cruelty dressed in shame.

You want forgiveness at my grave?
You had your chance in life.
I needed warmth; you gave me wounds—
And then you handed me the knife.

You taught me love meant silence,
Obedience, and fear.
That screaming wasn’t ladylike,
That pain should disappear.

You mocked the child I was inside,
Dismissed the woman I became.
And now you’ll dress in black and cry,
To ease your guilt and shame?

You think a eulogy can fix it?
You think God forgets like you?
I may be dust beneath your feet,
But I know everything you do.

Somewhere nearby, kindness flows—
Hands that help, voices that stay.
But here I stand, alone again,
Forgotten day by day.

My body aches, my steps are slow,
Yet no one hears my plea.
The love I need is absent now—
A ghost no one can see.

My eyes are wide, yet hearts grow cold,
Unseen though standing near.
I carry burdens no one sees,
And wait alone in fear.

You doubt the cracks within my frame,
Dismiss the weight I bear.
Yet absence speaks in quiet ways—
A love that’s never there.

You think I died defeated—
But you never saw me burn.
From every scar you gave me,
I forged the strength to turn.

You tried to steal my story,
To silence what I knew.
But even in your quiet,
My soul was breaking through.

I bore the weight of torment,
Yet kept my weary eyes—
You mistook my grieving silence
For weakness or disguise.

But I was learning how to fly,
With wings wrought from my pain—
Each feather forged in fury,
Each beat a bold refrain.

And now I rise, untouchable,
Beyond your reach or rule—
A phoenix born from ashes,
No longer your fool.

Speak your polished fables,
Cry your counterfeit goodbyes—
But I am fire everlasting,
While your truth dies, mine flies.

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Heavy Quiet

Separated from the world by a thin wooden door,
here silence speaks of a world no more.
An unbreakable bond just turned to dust,
betrayal’s darkness, detached trust.
Bearing the burdens of which, alone
the weight bowed down , yet sorely known.
Shadows guard a silent gate,
destined for a somber fate.
Amidst the hush, the pain is deep,
a shadowed wound I’ll always keep.
Not for the pain that won’t depart,
but for the love that awaits despite the dark.

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Ephemeral Grace

Solace, heaven’s temporal embrace,
A fleeting transcendence in time,
A breath lost on a breeze’s kiss,
An eternal moment, yet sublime.

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Becoming

Time casts a heavy glow
On the world I left behind,
Transfixed on a new tomorrow,
All the new seeds I’ll sow.

Emerging is a new day,
How the light blinds my eyes.
Focus on the bright cascade
Of this everlasting rise.

Beneath the earth is trembling,
My footsteps unsure and numb.
The silence almost deafening—
I can almost hear Hope hum.

A quick glance back behind me
At the thralldom left behind,
Hope continues to remind me
Of all I’m rising from.

The dawn unfolds before me,
A light I’ve never known.
Each step is one small victory,
In this light I call my own.

A gentle breeze enfolds me,
Countless paths untrod.
With open arms, I gather
The dreams I once thought flawed.

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monster

Daylight. Thank God. The monster comes at night.
For now, I shake the strings loose,
And try with my whole might.

Reflections of the night before—
My eyes are swollen shut,
Bruises, scars, maybe broken bones.
Don’t show you’ve had enough.

The mirror reflects the bruises;
I stare a bit too long.  
The monster's wrath shows on my face.
Stay strong, girl. Stay strong.

I will get through another day,
As unsettled as I am.
This zombie must move on,
Or there’ll be hell to pay.

Wait until he leaves for work.
Get your thoughts together.
Grab your things, walk out the door—
The shelter awaits, your chance to weather.

That first breath—oh God, I’m free.
All I need, I leave behind; life is in front of me.
He’s looking for me, asking around—
Why won’t he let me be?

He 'owns me,' he often said.
Nobody else would want me.
I’m ugly, fat, and too dumb to know—
His words keep bouncing in my head.
Will I ever be free of them?

Numb as I lay here
In this overcrowded unfamiliar place
I close my eyes and realize 
For the first time I’m actually safe.

Turmoil begins inside me,
My thoughts are tug of war
Should I stay here any longer
Or return to him once more?

I’m weak. No, I’m strong!
I can do this on my own.
The bruises, the scars, the marks will fade,
What about the ones inside my head?

I dream of days when I’m not afraid.
I’m still so haunted by it all,
His words still own my mind, 
But he no longer owns my soul.

Days pass, weeks and months,
The shadows won’t leave,
But the fear has slightly faded,
As happiness and laughter weave.

I’m standing on the shore of my brand new life
watching the waves of old,
Each one reminds me how far I’ve come
The courage and strength I now hold.

My past still echoes,
But it won’t define me anymore.
I’ve found peace, I’ve found my voice,
And I’ll never return to that door.

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What You Eating? A Letter to Friendship, Fur, and Fried Calamari

Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.

You, with your wisdom and counselor’s grace,
Me, burnt out but still showing my face.
We stitched up souls with words and care,
In a world where few even knew we were there.

"Eight and the gate" rang like a drum in our chest,
Till we traded our keys for a long-needed rest.
No longer confined, our world opened wide,
With pups at our heels and friends by our side.

Bella, a farting cutie with sass to spare,
Jack Dangles—cutest dude anywhere,
Ollie, judging all with a skeptical eye,
And mine, loyal, wild, barking at the sky.
We measured our days in tail wags and sparks,
And found light in our dogs when the world turned dark.

You’re my news anchor, my human rant,
My “yes you can” when I swear I can’t.
We share stories and snacks and fried calamari,
And laugh till we wheeze like a nursing home party.

You’re blue as the sky, I’m red underneath,
But we cry the same tears from sorrow and grief.
We talk of the world—no judgment, no shame,
Different opinions, but hearts just the same.

You bring the fire, and I bring the “me,
”?You rage at the news with raw clarity.
(You really should join that Trump-haters squad—
They’d give you a mic and a standing applaud.)

When the world gets too heavy, we know what to do—
Dogs, snacks, the news, and a cry or two.
You’ve saved me from drowning more than you know,
With sarcasm, love, and that fierce Jewish glow.
You check in with care that never feels fleeting—
Usually starting with, “Hey… what you eating?”
You’re braver than you’ll ever admit,
Still fighting each day with your sharp, clever wit.
You ache in the places that scream in the night,
But you rise. You stay. You still fight.

I’m twelve percent Jewish, I love to remind—
Which explains why I cry and complain all the time.
You yell “Borscht!”—I say, “What’s that mean
”You sigh, “Oh hush, just eat something green.”

You’re my friend beyond what words can explain—
Through doctor reports and every bloodstain.
If life’s a long walk with no real map,
I’m glad it’s with you—nap by nap.

We’re still here. We’re still us.
Still wrapped in dog fur, still raising a fuss,
Partners in crime—chaos, a must.

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A day at the Zoo

I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.

The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.

Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.

A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.

A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.

I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt

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I Know That Silence

I know that silence you hold in your chest,
The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest.
Where love means walking a thin wire line,
And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign.
I know all the lies and the secrets you hide—
what would they say if the truth got outside?
You map every bruise like it’s something you earned,
Like pain is a lesson you somehow deserved.
Wiped your own blood off the floor with numbness and pain.
Convinced you’re at fault for his anger, his reign.
You trace every bruise like a map of your blame,
While he walks unbothered, untouched by the shame.
But I’ve been there too—with concussions and shame,
Convincing myself I was somehow to blame.
If I’d only been quieter… better… more kind,
Maybe the monster would leave me behind.
But he never left — he just shifted his role,
Love became silence that swallowed me whole.
I defended the hands that left bruises behind,
Told doctors and friends, “It’s nothing — I’m fine.”
He broke more than bones—he rewrote my name,
even taught my children I should carry the blame.
He shattered my voice with each cruel word,
Until I no longer trusted what I even heard.
Threats, control, and all my things smashed,
Every piece of my dignity he slowly trashed.
He twisted my thoughts, erased who I was,
Still I stayed, claiming he had a cause.
But I finally broke free though I bled, crawled and ran.
Now I rise not as his—but as my own woman.
And to every woman still caught up in that storm—
a whole world awaits where it’s safe and it’s warm.
I know you feel broken. You’re not too far gone.
it doesn’t mean you were weak just because you held on.
You believed his words you’ve heard many times 
Felt your wings break, felt your worth decline.
I’ve been there dear girl, right where you are-
It cuts like a knife and it will leave a scar.
You’ve done nothing wrong, please understand-
He’s the one with the problem, only yours to withstand.
Stand strong girl, be brave have courage to cope-
Get your thoughts together and grab on to hope.
There’s laughter, there’s love, sunlight awaits your face,
A future that’s yours—your truth, your own space.
He is not your destiny. I’m sorry, He never was.
You are a miracle, not born to his laws.
You’re still breathing, still standing, still strong.
And one day, you’ll prove he was so damn wrong.