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I talk to them and smile and
open presents; I am back, and things
will be normal.
Beneath the ceremony…                                I am unauthentic.
Thankfully, children cannot see the truth.

But you can,
You, who peers through the façade…           I am defective.
You call out to the true me.

I follow the household routine,
sorting laundry; I’ve returned from that
grim place.
Hanging his shirts…                                        I am empty.
Thankfully, they cannot see the truth.

But you can,
You who walks the shadows of my house…I am inadequate.
You speak my name to the true me.

I drive to stores and find books
on the human brain; I miss the
sanctuary of dependence.
Turning the pages…                                         I am not real.
Thankfully, I cannot see the truth.

But you can,
You, who beckons me to high places…        I am the Velveteen Rabbit.
You whisper a secret to the true me.

I communicate with my husband and
explain my destructive behavior; Reality
frightens me; I want to fly away.
Speaking the words…                                         I am numb.
Thankfully, he cannot see the truth.
But you can,
You, who lends the steel blade…                   I am tolerant of pain.

You promise release of the true me.

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The Photograph

The Photograph

Consider please, a picture of me

Consider what you cannot see

Beneath the matte, a vacancy

A hollowed scratch runs long and deep.


A wound was carved and can’t be filled

A cellar of wine, a collection of pills

Dull the ache but not the ill

Demons dead but never killed.


A shadow cast on sunny days

Closed the lens and hid the rays

Like a debt that can’t be paid

This disease won’t go away.


Doubt and guilt seep through the skin

Magnifying every sin

Announcing who and what I’ve been

Slowing every race I win.


An absence neither felt nor seen

Offers but a glimmer gleaned

By those who search the dark and dream

A body whole and soul redeemed.


Just give up your noble fight

Expose me now in black and white

Locked in shadow far from sight

My list of wrongs held fast and tight…

Reveal the folly of your plight.


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