All the baggage
We carry
Throughout our lives
Weigh us downward
Into oblivion
At times-
Closing doors behind you...
Your past is your past,
Present, all it can be,
Future, yours for the asking
once you know from within whom and when to ask, it doesn’t matter whether behind or in front of you the doors are shut, whether it is in the past or in present or future, what’s the difference then—all the three dimensions make one single roundabout, the point is how to get out of it before giddiness and falling down, if you do know that, Merry X-mas! Cheers, alex
I always think of that Bible story about Lot's wife looking back at the cities being demolished and in doing so turned into a pillar of salt. I'm going to share this on my facebook timeline with your permission first, of course.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
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Enjoyed your poem Deborah, liked this one a lot!
~ zACH
Regis
Ron
Love ya!
Jane