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Am I the only one,

Who reads Attachment Theory science,

And sees faces they know

Reflected in the cold chrome ink?

A tortured face,

A double sided reflection of history,

Its truth, and its demons,

Some children,

Following the path,

Even with the blades,

Scattered in the leaves in the dirt

Left, so we could cut the bruises out of history.

Others, walking among the unknown,

Rocks leave blood on bare feet,

Walking in the blackness of unknowable ways

But the tears of pain,

Are different than

Tears of hopelessness.

When I come back, to open another page,

I visit my family

hundreds of miles away.

But I keep reading,

Hoping to help someone walk through and away

from the world we know.


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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