Gone are the written words of anguish from my youth,

buried somewhere under years of grime at the dump.

It does not decompose so quickly for me now.

They were written down because I was filled to the brim

with agony and had no place else to put it,

it was also an attempt to stretch out my pain and twist it into

a positive.

The more I remain open, the more it provides me with a clear view of the length of time that has passed.

The true burn of being human and living in this world is all about

what is to be gained and subtracted without conscious.

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About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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