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Why do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.

Jen Holly

My heart is my muse my blood is my ink my pain is my pen my words are my healing.
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Healing Heart Myself Pain Poet Word
My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.
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Heart Love Magic Myself Yourself
All this time I knew I needed some really good therapy and I found it – in poetry.
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Myself Poetry Time
The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.
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Beautiful Life Yourself
My path to healing is only unto me I let it take me where I need to go.
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Healing Myself Need
There came that day in mid-July I never saw it coming I don’t know why house empty and you gone you imprinted my heart with that Leonard Cohen song.
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Break Up Day Empty Heart Home Myself Song
Grief visits us all differently but at the core – it rots us a little.
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Deep Different Pain Philosophy
You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.
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Break Up Love Yourself
My eyes, finally conscious of the truth that is, now see unclouded.
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Eyes Myself Truth
Finding my way back to myself one day at a time.
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Healing Myself Self Love
I miss you but not as much as I regret leaving myself to be loved by you.
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I Miss You Leave Love Myself Regret Relationship
Release the person’s place thought-feeling.
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Feeling Healing Person Place
I still have hope that one day someone will love all of me – from the hallelujahs right down to the hallows.
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Day Hope Love Relationship
Release the things that no longer serve you like the petals of a flower. It will seed your life with new growth and you will bloom again.
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Flower Growth Let Go Life Yourself
Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.
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Body Emotion Language Myself Poem Soul
My lips thirst for yours but they are desert dry our hostile environment has weathered our love.
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Lips Love Ourselves Relationship Yourself

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