Tag: recovery
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The Accidental Theory
The sharp shriek of rubber on dim lit linoleum takes me back three years in time as suddenly as it pierces the silence. That and the smell.
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the beginning
and you wonder how much more – how much more can you lose? how much more can you grieve? how many more goodbyes forever?
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again
you make me soften again i suddenly see the sky differently again an unending possibility of easy like Sunday mornin’
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the toll
I remember the night I stopped running to pay the price of others’ expectations and lay awake in the dark waiting
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the invisible people
It took an hour to walk those streets home and on the way I saw where I was without the illusion of middle class comfort and pretense