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the familiar returns

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Resuming a sense of normalcy
from before, before the world changed.
But, isn’t the world always changing
and we just hardly notice?

The familiar offers comfort and routine
back into the voids structure has vacated.
Remember when this was all we knew
and expected?

My perspective has changed
and maybe, so have I in this process.
I feel little familiarity, scarce comfort;
unease and inquisition sit with me instead,
surrounded by those basking in normalcy’s return.
Must it all return to how it was before?

vivid dreams

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I cannot remember a more vivid dream
than the artistry
which played behind my eyes
as the morning sun slowly adorned my eyelids
and danced with me.

You danced with me.
You held me, listened to me,
and it felt so real
I could feel your skin on mine,
I could hear your voice, familiar.
It was as though you were waiting for me,
like you have been waiting for me
all this time,
more than I deserve.

Then, simultaneously
my eyes open and well with tears, to realize
it was all in my head.

floating

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Snow blowing across the road toward me
as I plow the truck down the highway,
parting drifts to the shoulder
and opposite lane,
blurring the lines of where I’m supposed to be.

Billowing in the wind,
soft, fluffy and rolling balls of cotton
like I’m driving through clouds in a summer sky,
I’m floating.

my mind running away

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I think back to years ago
recalling small, singular events
of you, and me, and us.

I start with what I remember,
then my mind switches to imagination
and runs away.

As it runs away
it conjures stories and conversations
I know never happened,
but are real enough behind my eyes
I sit confused, uncertain.

Did we kiss?
Did we date?
Did we love each other?
Or,
did we end before we could begin?

full-colored view

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What lay asleep in blackness
only moments ago,
now shows me signs of waking up
with color and light shining on,
and emanating from, their being.
Trees and clouds, vehicles and houses
come into full-colored view
as dawn breaks into day.

As coffee courses through my body
and words fill the pages,
I too come into full-colored view,
into myself.

more than self care

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I take at least a dozen breaths,
formulate in my mind what I want to say
typing it out,
erasing, and typing it out again.
This is a safe space.

I ask the question.
How do you know when
you need more than just self care?

Reactions range from widened eyes,
to nodding heads and note-taking,
but him; he offers empathy.
We hardly ever need an engine replacement;
maybe it’s just an oil change or a tire rotation that we need.

Muted on the microphone,
I tremble and quiver in my thick wool sweater
as a tear slides off my cheek
and lands on the keyboard.