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| PichiAvo |
Look at my hands
I am everything my father hated
everything he feared
and look at my eyes
my father is behind my eyes
watching everything that I love
knowing the whole while I never needed him
that I will never be what he wanted me to become
truth is everything this life belongs to me
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I open my eyes and it’s a new day
24,753 of those as I write this
when I do the math on that i wonder--
should I allow for the years when I worked nights
no matter
the point is this
as long you still draw breath
you have time to start fresh
to make a new beginning
a brand new day use it to become a better version of yourself
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Twenty years of living with pain
the last ten years hasn’t held many breaks
my knees ache
the left one horribly so
plus the years of carrying the weight of a lost son
I do what I can
I move through life one day at a time
I try to not think about other days
I don’t always succeed at that
but sometimes I do
the pain and the weight
my left and my right
one is hard and the other is harder
last night I was up in the very late hours to find that even the air around me was crying
james lee jobe
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| Carl Ray |
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.
Jalāl ad-Dīn Mohammad Rūmī
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