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2 Days
2 Soon
2 Late
No moon
The tricks
The treats
No face painting
For him, nor for me
The candy is everywhere
Everywhere I'm not, and in here
I can't blame those who forgot
What is going on outside
   The days pass
   I felt like trash
   But now I feel
   Differently...
   Alas, at last
My toes feel cold
This thick blanket is fulfilling to my
Shivers, at night
Reminders of the past triggers
Trying to ruin all that I have
I feel weak, but somehow strong
My irritation surpassed by the grand
Ability to just let it out through deep
Breaths, counting them as sheep jumping
Over a white picket fence
This strange feeling came over me
I remembered Damian at my early age of 15
The voluntary incarceration to rehab
Only to see him once again
"Just breathe and let go", I tell myself
Knowing the difference between thought
And action.
Deep breath.  I will be out of here
Soon
That was over 10 years ago
(10-30-12)