Gather your wounded selves…and heal

There were three people. The conversation was fast, emotional and each spoke over the other when impassioned by what was said. Faces were pulled when interruptions occurred, which was about every ten seconds, voices raised to get across points, arms waved in disagreement, faces flushed… As I left one person walked me to my car.…

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To All Whose Mothers Abused Them

 Your mother didn’t abuse you because you are you She abused you despite you being you For if she’d been able to know you She never would have abused you She would have seen the blessing before her Instead of the pain behind her  She would have seen the love in your eyes Instead of…

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