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you are not alone. You write very well, most compelling. Every Religion has a name for those demons, those hannya, submit or resist, sometimes we just need to express,

I think Bob Dylan said it very well,

In "simple twist of fate"

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel
With a neon burnin' bright
He felt the heat of the night
Hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' home, by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade
Where he was wakin' up
She dropped a coin into the cup
Of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn't care
Pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside
To which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all come in
Maybe she'll pick him out again
How long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate

People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin
But I lost the ring
She was born in spring
But I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Self-observations, interior investigations, and deep wondering in poems, they reveal and expose for the world to glimpse at a raw pain that we leave on the page. Language and sound echo our lives. The heart sometimes it could use a kind of GPS to help get bearing on the pleasure of life. Life can be so cruel. Let verse grow from the physical world then into the historic, emotional.

Your poems are miraculous songs of grief and pressure. They refuse to let the audience turn away. I applaud your candor.

Be well

Peace

Dylan