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Faith
“Faith” Free verse poetry, Poetry Workshop 2002 She might have lost her faith in God that night Had life’s stopped heart not started again when She cried and beat her fists upon his chest. Liquor—the silent, killing distraction That screwed his mind—left him dying, gasping. Her heart of needles continued to beat, But with each beat, bad thoughts and blood would clash And clot and send rotting acidic waves To her stomach: cancerous ulcer and death. She has time for neither. The life she had Chased died before she knew. She found the ghost Of his memory—the man who could have died Without her pleading prayers and tears. He lived, But…
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My love history and why I never wrote about my husband until now
Let me warn you: This post is long. Something my husband and I talked about before he helped me launch this website was the fact that I wrote a lot of material about someone I loved before I met him. I was worried that what I wrote a long time ago would hurt my husband, something I would never do intentionally. Now my husband, Jonathan, is very blunt, as anyone who knows him will tell you. He told me specifically that he is not threatened by my past because it made me who I am—the woman he loves. We talked about my past and his while we were getting to know each…
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Stop
“Stop” 10-2-99 Maybe if my heart would stop beating, it wouldn’t hurt so badly. And maybe if I could stop breathing, my chest would no longer ache. If I knew how to stop being alive, I wouldn’t feel myself slowly dying. Maybe if I wasn’t hungry, I could eat for energy. And maybe if I could stop crying, I wouldn’t look like hell. If I didn’t love you, my soul could survive. Maybe if my God understands, strength will empower me. And maybe if I hadn’t trusted you, I wouldn’t feel so betrayed. If I could hate you, I wouldn’t have to die. Maybe if I were smarter, I wouldn’t…
