One decade ago a woman died.

A cousin of four decades

Between skeletons

And the supplies to create like Goddess,

Her closet burst open.

An acquaintance would never have known.

Her effervescence sometimes ebbed,

But never flattened.

Everything she did was an extreme.

Self-Confidence, fearlessness,

Problem-solving, creating, joking

Anger and sadness,

As if she exercised her soul,

By bearing the weight of others.

I wish I had been able to take mine back

In time for her to see my success.

But I wasn’t there,

Family tension can break anyone.

And it broke me.

And now ten years are empty


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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