Like a favorite, worn t-shirt Our love has grown threadbare. Comfortably familiar, it remains Within our tight grasp, Shrunken with tears and Exasperation’s sweat. We are as children standing At the gates of school On the first of September, Fearful of leaving All we know and The comfort of mother’s arms, Realizing the inevitable step Forward will alter our lives. For better or for worse, That was the promise Made on a spring morning As we glibly began this journey. Unseasoned, eager, naïve. We are old friends now, Kind to each other, relaxed, But like the children’s boxed Puzzle set with the picture of Big Ben, We know pieces are missing, Time has trapped us. Deliverance can be found Within our hearts. By loosening our grasp, By letting go of the love We have so firmly held, We take that next, inevitable step, Towards a transcendent destination, For better or for worse, Seasoned, slightly hesitant, mature, While our love, now allowed to soar, Makes us whole once again.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
The e-book version of Sam Vaknin's "Malignant Self - Love - Narcissism Revisited". Contains the entire text: essays, frequently asked questions and
appendices regarding pathological narcissism and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
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~Joseph
This is excellent!!!
Peggy