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(via #FirstLineFriday: Welcome to my Memoir) “The urge to call my dad crept into my mind a few weeks before the devil found him dead at his kitchen sink.”

[writingarea]

In the mirror,

a stranger's reflection I see,

Unworthy, miserable and incapable,

a self alien to me.

Shattered thoughts echo, unworthy and alone.

Daily events unfold,

Observing but not really present,

Life becomes a scripts of disdain, a rejection of the self, relentless pain.

Sensitive heart, exposed to the core,

fearing the world's cold

Hesitant to seek aid

Yet yearning for deliverance