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Both Sides of the Window

Writing fled while life crushed
me from all sides. It was like
trying to hold your breath

under water for six months.
I’m still trying to catch my
breath. Or maybe it was like

trying to skydive without a
parachute and land on your
feet. But the storm has past.

Sun is due any day now.
Winter will leave; writing
will return. So will life.

Looking out a new window.
Different view. New look and
feel. What is it? What is

different? Still cloudy. The
trees are still wet from the
morning rain. I know what

it is. There is a sweet calm.
There is amazing grace on
both sides of the window.

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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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