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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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Uproot

Fingers told the story,
That hands couldn’t feel.
Jitters over the story,
Lonely minds would steal.
Hidden behind the veil..
Stood a poetic remorse,
That pierced ceasing a course,
Glitters molded the story,
That tears couldn’t reveal.
Courage butchered the story,
Where fear couldn’t heal.
Uprooted was a glory,
With only a scar to seal.
Fallen guards thereby kneel..
Getting beheaded with steel.
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