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Old Photographs
These old photographs
all faded and worn
hold memories of
another day's scorn.
Memories
that are locked away
memories of
an
earlier
day.
Memories that are theirs
not ours
and gone forever
like yesterday's flowers.
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FEELINGS ABUSED
Like so many, I'm in search of myself.
A never-ending search, which is as it should be.
I wrote "Feelings Abused" in search of that truth. These poems mean a great deal to me. I opened my soul to write them.
And now I share them with you.
The fog I lived in for so long has lifted.
I forgave,
but I will never forget.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE