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dropped from space
into this human race,
leaving no trace,
my true identity

I roam
the minutes 
of the long days
spinning into months
that turn to years.
With tears I mark
the passing.

like shadows
viewed in the periphery
of my clouded vision,
too full of chaos
and sound

I need to hear
your voice, Mother,
to feel your love, Father
the kinship of a brother
that I never really knew
beyond our childish
games-our names
scratched on
the sidewalk.

Come back!
What I lack
is kindred spirit,
the connection,
of the flame to
ease the shame
of forgetting
and regretting 
the fall.

It was but for such an  error
that I walk through life in terror,
neither knowing friend or foe
and no matter where I go, it follows.
fear always an unwilling guest
serving pain in spite of all my best
efforts to deflect,
the lie.

in this 
of angry

Will you ever come to take me back
into that bosom of pure energy
where love is all that exists?

CKP words and images 2020


  1. "Have I been abandoned in this world of angry souls?"

    It does feel that way, but there are many kind souls here for you. I hope that they soon begin to shine above the chaos.

    1. I always hold out hope Dan.Thanks for the encouragement.

  2. We do seem to have left ourselves in an angry place. One that we don't know how to get out of.

    1. It is overwhelmingly heartbreaking. I never felt so universally sad in my life on this world.

  3. And poetically appropriate - reactions are greyed out...

  4. But we are in this together Cheryl. As bad as it is, we are not alone.


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