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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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Camouflage

Shed those wings..
If they don’t aid to fly.
Shed those tears..
If they always make you cry.
Shed those notions..
That refrain you from try.
Shed those attractions..
That lead you to lie.
Shed the skin..
That outgrows.
Shed the thoughts..
That overflows.
Shed the fin..
That delays the swim.
Shed the tail..
That drags you to fail.
Shed the color..
That shows you pale.
Shed the bone..
That holds you back.
Shed the tone..
That easily cracks.
Shed what’s beneath if it’s getting weak..
Shed the voice underneath that’s getting meek.
Shed and grow over..
Shed and go beyond.
As camouflage has to seek..
Behind it’s hiding streak.
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