Like a child sent to his room
I’m stuck staring, blindly
thinking about what I’ve done.
Because I’m still healing, I mean
it’s really no excuse except to acknowledge how
I’m just like everyone…
Like a child sent to his room
I’m stuck staring, blindly
thinking about what I’ve done.
Because I’m still healing, I mean
it’s really no excuse except to acknowledge how
I’m just like everyone…
Words Of An Average White Male 
Sometimes just staring helps us heal faster. ((hugs))
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I did that yesterday till sundown! You’re right, it does. Thanks Susi!
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Awesome! You’re welcome, David. 🙂
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I just read this which seems appropriate! https://suzetteb.home.blog/2020/10/04/too-tired-to-speak/
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I agree with this quote for sure. Thank you Susi for sharing the quote further. I do appreciate it. Wonderful poignant poem David.Thank you🙏
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