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I Can

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I can live without you:
I have my own, dear friends;
Memories that blossom,
In nights that never end.

I can smile without you:
Hours of movies I love,
I have no fear of death,
Or hope in god above.

I can thrive without you:
I have a love of books;
And art and poetry –
All that can’t come from looks.

I can love without you:
I have men who want me,
A family that cares,
Even strangers do see.

I do have a full life,
That can go on without you –
I can love just myself –
I have chosen not to.

Tonsillectomy

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What can salt water do,
When Opioids have failed?
Pain currently
Has my life derailed.

It’s a childhood memory:
This pain, while I swallow;
But it’s so intense,
I cannot even wallow.

How do I explain it to you?
It’s like a pincer stabbing,
When A trickle of spit travels –
A shock – a jabbing –
A crescendo – unravels.

It’s a finger being cut,
Slow and steady;
But in the throat,
When I am not ready.

I wonder, if this is
Some penance I must do?
So okay, I shall suffer,
If I have to.

Pain, I know has a life,
With its ebb and flow –
I’ve made a memory,
With its undertow.

So on with the squeeze,
My remorseless throat,
Today, I shall sink;
But on the morrow, I float.

Nevers

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You may never read my poems,
I may never worship Grace;
You may never tell your family,
I may never give you space.

You may never know my tears,
I may never tell you a lie;
You may never keep the peace,
I may never say good bye.

We both have our share of nevers,
Through passion, time and space;
And our destinies are woven,
Like the lines etched on my face.