The immense pressure
Weighing heavily
Upon my breasts,
Really isn’t settling there
Is it? If you look,
Or choose to feel
My tremble,
The pressure lives behind,
Just above, my healing heart.
Allow my hand to guide
Your touch. Listen for
Timorous sighs, anticipation.
Assertiveness a must.
When I write, I’m bound.
My epitaph.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Epitaph. That’s what I’m feeling right now.
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You’ll settle into a routine and won’t feel like dying soon. Hi, Duke. I’ve missed you.
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Missed you too, Audith! What’s up?
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Just learning my alphabet, Duketh
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some how
i’ll still
remember
who you
are 🙂
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Only a few words here to remember me by, you see. 🙂
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Powerful Audrey.
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Thank you, dear friend. 🙂 Ugh.
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🙂
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Audrey, you’re choosing such wonderful words for the A to Z poetry – single, powerful words. Every one of them offers possibilities of growth, regret, joy, exploration, discovery. Looking forward to reading each day’s poem as you write it.
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I’m humbled. I appreciate you saying so, my friend. My confidence needed to not only share these poems but know they resonated with others. Feels good to reach someone emotionally other than myself. xoxo
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Straight to my heart, Audrey.
When I write, I’m bound –
one of the most true statements ever written about a true writer.
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Bound has so many meanings and I feel as though all suit this poem perfectly. Thank you, Shari.
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Oh this is so deeply honest and personal, beautiful, and piercing! Bravo my friend 🙂
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Thank you, Morgan. xoxo
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