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For Glen
What was the voice that called you that day?
The innocent child,
Ready to explore the’ what if’ and the ‘can I?’
Or was it a darker voice,
Fallen prey to whim;
Lost
For centuries,
Seeking companionship
Calling from a lonely chamber?
Or was it a deeper voice of the Eternal Current
Knowing that deprivation
Would either
Kill you
Or open you up?
Lean in to the fear
Accept
And twist;
Second birth.
They never noticed you were gone.
The hours away
For all they knew were
In play.
Only you knew
How close you came,
And the mark it left.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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