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I started as me Along the path of my life And am still just me TLW
Or it is an moment in time, but things feel like they are shifting and it scares me. I have not written in some time and have been afraid to face the emotions of change, the real healing and not naming and blaming, growing past the the past through the guilt, regret, pain and mis-placed emotions. I fear not being able to capture those thoughts and feelings and getting lost again on what feels like a path. Yesterday today and tomorrow allow for times of change milestones and markers I will embrace and not project. I came to find another piece of mine is being published and it reminds me that I have talent beyond my broken heart…I have reason to write and create beyond pain and sorrow, that passion and light can inspire and create.
So when I sat down to start my “blog” I was looking for an outlet for all the stuff in my head. The interesting, mundane, sad, funny and frankly brilliant musings of a middle aged dude in VT.
While I have clearly been able to share what it is to be me, it was a dark period that followed and thus lots of downer feelings poetry, whining/ranting over lost love and codependence. These are all clear reflections of who I am and the life I lead so not far off the genre of “blog” but certainly taken on a different mood if not tone. And while I am sad about aspects of life, and scarred by past love and deeper scarred by past demons, I am whole and alive and generally not such a doom and gloom personality.
So today I write only to share there has been a shift in my perception of my current doom and I forecast some warmer and brighter days, and happy joyful little musings….or some shit like that. Cheers.
I loved you and
You loved me not enough
Leaving me broken.
She doesn’t look like the person I loved because she wasn’t.
She was never real with you, that was not her,this is her.
She has always been this person, but you refused to see.
She was never your person, and you
were just convenient.
So doesn’t look like the person I love
because she isn’t.