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A Realm of Sacred Joy

Alone Again

Naturally I

Chose to be alone

I began life this way and

I know how to be myself in any

Given situation

I played

By myself slowly made

My dinner last so that my

Parents gave

In. Left

Me in

In solitude with

Peas and carrots often sitting upside

Down. Those black leather cups, holding me as

A chrysalis

Hanging from

A branch looking at

My home, shiny, crisp and new

The shiny black formica and steal, a formation

Of some

Space flower,

With green and orange

Nutrition for my folded wings to

Spread wide and fly alone happily upto a

Little room

7 responses to “Alone Again”

  1. I made my parents crazy because I liked to be alone. Eating with my parents made me anxious. I get it, Vivi.

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    1. Completely it. I didn’t like it one bit. My dad picked on my mom, and she didn’t stand up to him. She would drink a glass of wine spacing out, acting like she could not hear him most of the time.

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  2. Sounds awful. Alone must have been better.

    And think about it, those were our role models.

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    1. I have thought about it long and hard. Forgiving them has been…difficult.

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  3. I understand.

    Anger is a burden we bear. They’re dead, and it doesn’t matter to them. Why should we punish ourselves? Forgiveness is how we lay down that burden. It is a kindness to us. Ultimately, it is a kindness to them, too.

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  4. As an only child, I relate to this very much. Playing alone, definitely that part.

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    1. Life is different without witnesses.

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