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She'll use a crowded venue

When she feels like pretending

That someone in that room

Will start an investigation

With a sense she needs rescue.

She'll imagine all about

Who it is that thought of trying

Who'd notice the empty wall

That use to hold her 'frame of mind'.

And wonder if she might need some saving.

Knowing, she's just not worth dying for.

Things, not often what they seem

She feels ice when she plays freeze tag

And see's stop signs turn green

She'll thrives inside her hallucinations

So that her life feels like a dream

It becomes a guessing game

Oh, the thrill of make-believe

Dressing up and playing charades

Before it's time for 'hide and seek'

Though the question in her head remains

"Who would want to save a wreck like me?"

Though, she's not worth dying for

Survivors guilt to plea no contest

She'd end the game of "Simon says".

Swift as a broom sweep

Gone in a heartbeat

Confused in agony

Kick at the door screen

Ash on the porch swing

Shadowed by sympathies

Find out where hope sleep

Sage out the chimney

Shrouded in mystery

Gaze up to feel free

Time stumbles on grief

Flooded by memories

Climb up the high tree

Pray then for godspeed

Protect my energy

Gone in a heart beat.

Vibrant shields of yellow

Hope is held within small pedals

As I stand inside the field

It all becomes so sentimental

Lights flicker in a childhood

Senses grab at my belonging

Familiar dreaming you again

One day noon will not find me

When seasons call upon the grey

It's magical what has remained

Such miracles they hope to bring

A certain hope had come to me

So I held it up within my hand

Waiting for a queue of wind

Closed my eyes and pursed my lips

I wished to see her face again

Standing among the dandelions

Bold, and bright, like shining gold

Seeing her pluck the one that's grey

She's by far the wish most beautiful.

Her heart broke that day.

Called his name, no sound of tags,

his tail did not wag.

This was my 'secondary Haiku that I wrote for the cotpse challenge, by prose. But I was only able to comment it.

Also, Colornote app is amazing and has back-ups i have been using it for 10 years now. Never lost a note.

Mind bending is the moment of sonder,

Fleeting.

As greif would have it;

to find me again.

Then, and since, 5 years ago.

when last I'd seen her face;

Given the choice;

I've decided.

Let it find the moments tried

by me to hide in,

In-between breath and space

Let it be then,

a hiding reminder;

always found.

How much we shared in love,

And Still, for always, ever-true.

Find yourself in Grief's good graces,

or it will take the best from you.

Kick blind to freedom,

see moms eyes for the first time.

Unkept memories.

Walking to running,

school's a trip until it's not.

Can't wait to grow up!

Find love then break up,

think it's the end of the world.

Find out the hard way...

Married, Kids, Overtime?

Divorce, Greif, and Custody?

Push will come to shove.

Regrets lose crisis.

Nothing is coincidence,

wouldn't change a thing

You thought no one cared

Lay myself beside you here

What do you think now?

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(To all of you out there, someone will always care. May you never believe in the contradiction.)

I wanted to share one of my favorite poems of all time.

All rights belong to Becky Hemsley, writer and owner of this beautiful piece of Literary art.

Breathe

she sat at the back

and they said she was shy

she led from the front

and they hated her pride

so she walked to the forest

and stood with the trees

she heard the wind whisper

and dance with the leaves

they asked her advice

and then questioned her guidance

they branded her loud

then were shocked by her silence

and she spoke to the willow,

the elm and the pine

and she told then what she'd been told

time after time

when she shared no ambition

they said it was sad

so she told them her dreams

and they said she was mad

she told them she never

felt nearly enough

she was either too little

or far, far too much

they told her theyd listen

then covered their ears

and gave her a hug

whilst they laughed at her fears

too loud or too quiet

too fierce or too weak

too wise or too foolish

too bold or too meek

and she listened to all of it

thinking she should

be the girl they told her to be

best as she could

then she found a small clearing

surrounded by firs

and she stopped and she heard

what the trees said to her

but one day she asked

what was best for herself

instead of trying

to please everyone else

and she sat there for hours

not wanting to leave

for the forest said nothing.

it just let her breathe

Becky Hemsley