Dis-Illusion of a Mentor
Months and Months of very little guidance. People all around, still nothing but silence. What am I doing here? A lifetime of feeling less than, second best Never, ever good enough. A magnet of pain, grief and struggle Turned to the world for money. Got lost in hustle, lost sight of the realities, lost in the variety, fixated on the fallacy. Then suddenly, the austerity of nothing Darkness, quiet, solitary confusion, abandoned at the transition from hand to hand. The person discarded for financial gains. The illusions of mentors disappear. Leaving shadows of questions and fear.
Look At Me
As the day goes on and life shines through, I tell myself that I can. But as darkness nears, and existence fades, my confidences wans. I no longer see the thing to see, I no longer feel my space. The tears they run in selfish waves, down a cheek that knows no grace And, in the end, the tracks they leave, stand and shout, “look at me” Never in any world, am I whole, never am I free.
Christmas at the Twisted H
A cookbook from our Holiday’s past, which includes recipes, crafts, and culture from around the world.
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