I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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23 August 2008

Verse Portrait 49. The Dreaded X (Former Friend)

She latched on,
I observed, to several
instant best friends.

I accepted.
So few could share
my "spooky stuff".

And there was her daughter,
who came this time, we knew,
to learn from me too.

Later she offered
to share a house;
it seemed kind.

By then she’d suffered,
which made her cruel
I learned.

She under-estimated.
I am soft,
not weak.

I don’t revisit
nightmares.
The end.

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