it’s like
all of a sudden
(after 30 years of work)
i have found my way
to the present
i’m not waiting
for today to end
so tomorrow can be
a better day
i’m not tormenting myself
with the past
i’m here
noticing
letting go
living
i have spent so much
of my life
haunted
but my ghosts are leaving me now
i am no longer
a good habitat
for bad memories.
being present
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oh how I love this
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thank you! ❤
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This brings big smiles to my heart. Love the skirt also.
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you triggered my catholic modesty–i was feeling a bit pervy about short skirts…of course i’m completely naked in many of my self-portraits…but that could be said to show vulnerability. the short skirts are reality. the long skirts–latent catholicism.
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Oh😍, another fucking beautiful poem!
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