I’m sorry that I haven’t written much lately. l fell and tore the ligaments and tendons in my left leg and am in rehab trying to learn to walk again. Susan………..
Limits to Self
As I look back at the “self”
I’ve become, I am shamed.
Joy disappears, sadness consumes.
Unable to feel anger anymore
My “self” withholds all purpose
Withers slowly until it is no more
“Self” no longer exists and it
Disappears…
No more soul…
Not able to steal “self” away…
I am no more…
Farewell
Susans Soul…
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A mix of manic episodes, depressive tears and suicidal triumphs to fill your mind and inspire your spirit.
I'm just a pocket poet.
Poetry and Stories by Mark Tulin
Psychology to Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
Smile! You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever
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by RCrystelle
Occasional Devotionals on A COURSE IN MIRACLES, A COURSE OF LOVE, THE WAY OF MASTERY, and CHOOSE ONLY LOVE . . .with Celia Hales
A Poet's Place | Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine is Publishing Poetry Submitted by Published & Emerging Writers,
Solutions For Better Living
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A collection of
An Empyrean Cycle
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