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Three a.m. and a bad moment
And there was that day
that warm summer day
when my heart did not sing
my head did not dream
or think.
And the demons spoke
in that slow soulful way
guiding my steps
on that warm summer day.
Step by stumble with keys
but so sure
quietly unlocking doors
found myself empty
a shell in a shadow
as the engine started
and fumes fueled my oblivion
then sleep........
Sudden a motion my daughter
so strong
pulled me.....
from goodbyes
and we both cried and I tried
to apologize.
She said Daddy
you need help
and she was right.
Happy Endings
It was a near thing. A bottle
of pills, the ledge seemed the way
the engine revved high
with the windows sealed.
It seems like answers.
.
To be here is what we get;
the rest is optional. We choose
and make and build and love.
And hate, but never the image
in the mirror or the little images
about our feet.
.
Stella
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