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With each note, this song strings my heart on a thread.

To Isolate my mind from the worries outside my bed.

Yet we blur the connections. From me to you.

Each of us are human, I see it too.

We suffer, we grieve. From all the outside things.

But through isolation may we cope as beings.

Fortresses, walls, barriers we create.

Yet, suddenly... it will be the very thing we must break.

So make some noise, fight to live for your own sake.

We need the connections. From work or play.

For each of us are human, that is... what I'm trying to say...

We laugh. We smile. Hoping the moment will stay awhile.

Never-endings not really existing,

Perhaps, in memory we will forever be reminiscing.

The awkward hellos and the tormenting goodbyes.

Me: So someone found out I'm a twin today and asked if you are my DNAbor

Me: "One of you was a Birth Effect and the other was an Encore"

Bro: lol tell him that we grew up in a duplex

Me: 😂😂😂

Bro: From the womb to the twin-homes

Me: Wombmates

Bro: Yooo 💀

Bro: that was a good one

Me: A fetus repeatus.Playing Co-Op on "only child mode"

Me: Twinnamon rolls

Me: Twin-kie dinks

Me: 😂😅 okay ima stop

No matter how far and wide we go.

You are the love that carries me home.

You remind me to be silly, when things run still.

You remind me to give grace, when you make a mess on my windowsill.

Your adventurous spirit, pulls me along

As you chirp at the squirrels, rabbits, and listen to the birdsong.

I hope you never lose the valor in your heart

When you hiss at strangers that knock our routine apart.

You're my little deviled creature.

The messes you make.

Are signs of a life well lived.

I hope you will continue

Time gives way to experience. Experience gives us the callouses we need to adapt.

you:

build community & involve yourself locally

learn self sustainability skills

choose kindness

protect others & yourself

join or build a mutual aid group and/or network

This is a poem I wrote years ago. I had an online friend who had an abusive mother. Sometimes, it was hard to be a soundboard when the nail was on her forehead. © Dec '20 on AllPoetry

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Your shift is over

You are all clocked out

Now there isn't anything to worry about.

You worked all day

And think all night.

But please don't let stress cloud your sight.

Just sing this tune

I made for you

Remember to take one step at a time. I don't know you... But I know anxiety. I know fear.

I hope you won't let fear define you. I hope you are able to take a step back and redirect the negative or scary event back.

Today I had someone tell me they were disappointed in me. They said my effort wasn't good enough. That my work was shit.

I hated hearing that. From someone I didn't know? A name/face I saw only in passing was now passing judgement on me for my best effort.

I share this because I didn't accept their disappointment. They weren't my boss. They weren't anyone I reported to. I did not want to wear the emotion they were projecting to me.

I politely replied, "Things happen that are out of our control. I do not accept your frustration or your disappointment in me. You can keep that emotion, I will not wear it."

And I left them to it.