Poem: My Guardian Angel
I am a phantom
of who I was meant to be
She stands mute
and shakes her head
She wonders how
I chose the life I did
She does not criticize
She does not judge
She takes my hands
"There is still hope."
Poem: No Longer Needed
That sinking realization when you understand that they don't need you anymore They're outgrown you they can survive without you When it is so gradual that it sneaks up on you but the inevitable gut punch is that while you become aware they still act the same but their actions confirm it every hour or every day.
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