My Box

Just like Pandora,

Opening my box won’t kill you.

Years should’ve proved that.

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Worth the Work

When I remember

I think Pixar and road trips

The things that made Us.

Of Love and Loss

This feels like a death

Yet each of us is alive.

The grief of the heart.

Delays and Departures 

For years we’ve been this. 

I would have changed sooner, 

If only I could. 

Week Four- The Year of my Heart

Deep like creeks and wood

Is this aching in my heart,

As this book opens.  

Thoughts From Last Night- Momentum 

Sharpening brushes, 

Makes this night’s wait feel so young. 

Tomorrow life changes. 

Threshold

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Surrounded by firsts:
Like first opening your eyes…
Admitting I’m wrong.

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