Poem -

six again... or something

As it happens
I don't feel stupid 
On a swing in a dark park

on a dark road with a dark heart
And moon

even as rain comes
I don't give in 
I embrace the tears
It's not a sin   

just to be 
just a me   
in the dark
in a park       
on a swing   
in the rain
getting wet

as it happens

M ~
 

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Bernadete van d...

No, don't feel silly, there is an immense beauty in the embrace. B

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Marion

The motion of swinging is such a comfort...maybe because we are neither one place or another, thank B x

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Matthew Zeccola

Marion, your pain is so intense, and so beautifully expressed. Please know we all love you, Kiddo. Great writing, right off the cuff. ❤️ M.

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Marion

Ah lovely man.. I don't write for sympathy honest, not needed. Writing just attempts to make sense of my mad head lol. It never does so I have to keep inflicting. Sorry. Thankyou truly my friend... I will be back later to catch up with yours x

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Shirley Harrison

Not only does this remind me of me, it reminds me of home too. 

just (a) me   ........ Maybe a typo? my dear friend, just curious because I love your work and without the a it flows even better . ❤️ 

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Marion

Ha no love... I'm just odd...I like  to detach from myself sometimes or just chuck an 'a' or an 'and'  in inappropriate places lol. Hugs X

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Being Me

I love this. I get it, I do. Hugs x

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Marion

Don't think we ever grow out of swings Tina even though they outgrow us lol  thankyou x

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