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A Sonnet

Within my love a mystery there lies
Not friend or foe, but mystery remains.
It has no purpose, but to tantalize
And throw off all my earthly mortal claims.

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Spring

I no longer wish to be rescued, for I am capable of rescuing myself.

No longer do I seek a champion, for I have learned how to fight my own battles and slay my own dragons.

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Relationship Haiku

A relationship

It’s quantum entanglement

Between loving souls

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In Memoriam

This haiku I wrote in memory of someone very dear to me.

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Another Haiku

I had some fun writing haiku these past couple days and wanted to share another with you, dear readers!

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Valentine’s Haiku

I wrote a poem for St. Valentine’s Day – hope you like it!

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Love is like water

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Why do we use just one simple word to explain such a myriad of experiences?

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“Stripes” on my face

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According to the most adorable three-year old in my life, I’ve got “stripes” on my face. She said it in a conversation about our bodies. We talked about how her hands are small and my hands are big. Someday her hands will be big too. We also discussed the skeletal structure of the human forearm (it involves two bones – the radius and ulna) – oh yeah, she’s quite smart too.

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Being a passive bystander can cause personal trauma

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I wrote previously about what it means to be a bystander and that there are two types – passive and active. I also want to reiterate that passive bystanders are not bad people. However, when we are passive bystanders to a situation in which we can take action to improve the outcome, the results are bad not only for the target of harm but it’s also bad for us. As passive observers, we experience shame, self-blame, and even psychological trauma – an experience illustrated by train operators who witness death on the tracks.

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Being a “bystander” of abuse

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It saddens me to admit that I have been a bystander of domestic abuse pretty much my entire life. This isn’t to say I had an unhappy childhood – quite the contrary, my childhood was both privileged and happy. I had a home with my own bed, was fed nourishing and delicious meals daily, and two loving parents. Many children in this country can’t say that and I consider myself fortunate in many ways. I suppose it was my upbringing that gave me the foundation of strength and resilience I would need later in life to face what was to come; homelessness, disability, poverty, rape, assault, and abuse.

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