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Tuesday Poetry: The Final Dam Breaks Destroying Everything

Tears are coming
Can’t show them here
Hide in the bathroom
Recite the mantra
Tears come anyway
Epiphany
Self-image shattered
What am I
Broken, damaged
Never felt codependent before
Never understood it before
The questions answered
Reasons why found
People never wanted my help
Or took advantage
Their silence was my sadness
Their silence wasn’t about me
I knew there was a lesson to learn
Before things would go right
I didn’t know it was this
Questioning
What’s real, what’s in my head
All of it and none of it
What do I need
Love
Who do I need it from
Myself
I once told you
If they’re important to you
They’re important to me
I’m important to you
It’s time for me
To be important to me
My love for you isn’t real
If I don’t love myself

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Tuesday Poetry: I Am the Laughing Man

This laugh it did consume my thoughts
The sound echoed everywhere
But I never could find the source
Something told me the laugh was real
I feared I would never find proof

I woke one night sweating – panting – 
A night terror I often had
I sensed someone was in my room
The lights revealed only silence
Was this laughter all in my head?

Months passed and I ignored the sound
I had almost forgotten it
When I first saw the laughing man
A grin as wide as an ocean
His was always the laugh I heard

He followed me everywhere
I thought no one else heard his noise
But he was there and he was real
I confronted him one dark night
He bit a chunk out of my neck

Then I became your laughing man

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Tuesday Poetry: Airport Layover Blues

Spending ten hours at
The airport is not
On my list of things to do –
So I walk around with
My carry-on bag in tow
Jumping from coffee shop to
Restaurant to coffee shop
Periodically
Charging my phone and 
My laptop at any
Available outlets –
What a glamorous
Adventure I’m having
In the SEA-TAC airport –
I have books to read
And work I can do
But what I want most
Is to leave the airport –
I see crowds of strangers
Coming and going
Each with their own problems
Worries and adventures
Each wishing to leave the
Travelers’ enclosure

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.