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A Different Reality


It is hard to focus on my manuscript;
my eyes jump from the page to the wind
outside my window. I’ve been crushed.

Unlikely traumatic events make me and
my writing falter. They say that no news
is good news. What about bad news?

The unexpected and the unwanted appear
to crisscross with the wanted and the hoped
for to bring about a different reality.

I am separated from what I know; and I’m
not connected to what is to come. If any of
this makes sense to you, explain it to me.

Categories: Poetry

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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