
14.2.12 09:50
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no, no
not dead ~
but also not alive
.
the truth is that
i couldn’t care
if i live or die
.
no, no
not dead ~
a stirring from the core
.
the truth is that
i’ve been through this
a thousand times before
.
my life has come to nothing
but a waited-for memorial
except for what i could provide
in “angry birds” tutorials
.
no, no
not dead ~
the son is on the rise
.
“forty~days” of lent
and then a wonderful surprise!
.
no, no
not dead ~
but singing to the sun
.
and spiritually connected
to each and everyone
.
my life is at a crossroads
with no left or right
go forward and go on
or face the wall and die
.
no, no
not dead ~
but also not alive
.
the truth is that i couldn’t care
if i live or die
The inner conflict that was Martha. Life can be so insanely hard. Miss you terribly though you’re with me always.
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This was a sad one but recent (2012) and hand-written
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Her tortured soul shows up so clearly in this poem. I miss her and I know she is finally at peace. I wish she could have found that peace here with us!
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During Martha’s last years, the “stirring from the core” became less and less frequent
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So true, so sad.
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