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Payback
What is it about the sounds children make that can give such a visceral response? The sound of laughter, pealing clear and high like a bell can fill me with such joy. But the sound of their screams will curdle your blood, Depending on the pitch. I listened to five children under the age of…
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Prejudice
It came from the ooze, down in the muck. Brought back to daylight by long repressed feelings Of inadequacy and envy Sliding out of hiding, sleek and hungry searching for a victim, An unwary prey, Someone vulnerable and innocent, That it could stomp on with glee. It doesn’t care about truth Or others, It searches…
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The silent heart
He was so alone, the man who did it all, quiet and self-effacing while others shone. He watched from the sidelines while others basked in the spotlight, content to know he put them there. Brilliant, caring and kind, he was a million people, behind the scenes he toiled with no expectation or desire for acknowledgement.…
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Sunday night blues
It’s a strange feeling that has taken over me as I sit and look out my window. I watch in a trance as the neighbour over the fence mows their lawn. I’m not at all interested, but my eyes have welded to the spot while I contemplate this strange sensation. It’s almost like I’m a…
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The Dog Days of Summer
It’s been a busy summer. Sometimes, I wonder how my brain remembers half of what I need to do. I started a bullet journal this week, hoping it will help me keep my life in order. I spent an hour on it the first day, and haven’t looked at it much in the last two…
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A matched set
Some people aren’t meant to be alone, solitary and strong Some thrive with the challenge of pairing for life, while others wither with the load. Today I watched a proud person struggle with the realization they can no longer provide for their other half, Struggling to continue themselves, unsure where to turn, not wanting to…
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Hope
Hope begins to unfurl, Tiny tendrils at first Slowly reaching for the sky, sunlight guiding it onwards Fed with the light of love, the warmth of support, It spreads, Swelling with joy and exhilaration Bursting into flower It sings out I am Here And glories in existence
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Days of Gold
Every week I go in, checking on them as I do my rounds. Ensuring no one needs anything, and if they do, that they receive as much care as I can give. Some days are rough, though not because of illness, but because of the memory of health The heartbreak comes in the moments of…
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Bookends of the day
My favourite part of the day is moments of solitude early in the morning, The house shifting in sleep, only the indifferent glances of cats, questioning my choices in life I slowly wake up, preparing for the day with caffeine and quiet. Until the early morning solitude is broken by cries for mommy, or daddy,…