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Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Available Patient

The Available Patient

Once upon a time, pre-fruitful-therapy days,
born out of my being pregnant with sweet Suffering,
I was happy as a sad clown on life's stage:

The smiles and frowns, like blocks of cement
Joined together to form a wall of opaqueness 
to deceive others away from the tears of inferiority,

Which deeply burned two tracks out of their hellish heat,
but within my heart broke in twain, torn for wanting of
Human love, Human nearness, Human friendship.

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