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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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Dress Up

Dress Up..
Wear your armor.
Dress Up..
To the rumor.
Dress Up..
For Your Battles..
Dress Up..
Not just to Win.
Dress Up..
To uphold disappointment.
Dress Up..
To shield resentment.
Dress Up..
To mourn.
Dress Up..
To be sworn.
Dress Up..
To be heard.
Dress Up..
To be turd.
Dress Up..
To outshine.
Dress Up..
To have spine.
Dress Up..
To the valiant bones.
Dress Up..
To be radiant alone.
Dress Up..
To be nervous.
Dress Up..
To be trivial.
Dress Up..
Like the first light of dawn.
Dress Up..
In the vivid colors of dusk.
Dress Up..
Like the free sky.
Dress Up..
To every face engraved in your memory.
Dress Up..
So that every part injects.
A different you as it reflects.
Dress Up..
Like you were just born.
Dress Up..
To the lunatic song.
Dress Up..
As you will never be forgotten.
Dress Up..
For those hands held you..
Even when you were a moron.
Dress Up..
To beliefs.
Dress Up..
To falsehoods.
Dress Up..
To hold up.
Even though your wholesome is gone.
Dress Up..
To act well.
That even you find it hard to tell
Dress Up..
To weaknesses.
Dress Up..
To solaces.
Dress Up..
In wide grins.
Dress Up..
In Glittered fins.
Dress Up..
To Outrage.
Dress Up..
To Salvage.
Dress Up..
Bow down.
And look there’s nothing to fear..
When you have your dress on.
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