choice of youth
she tasted of memory
Selma ave where i fought a fight
bloody knuckles injured eye
it didn’t have to happen
but to drink my life away i made the choice in May
pain she’s tricky and eludes my reason at times
i’m left unto myself a sobbing child and so swinging back in madness
dignity falls down there is no count to tell
long gone are days of curbside medics looking for a score
safe behind a dignified door of comfort now with flagellating thoughts
if i could do it all again
words less spoken 
WHATEVER
Without our past
Whatever its attributes
Led us to this moment
When thoughts of it
Arise in our mind
Let us honour it
Release the thought
And proceed
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Thank you friend xo be blessed loved and healthy 🧡
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You too. 🧡 I just can’t wait till I can get hugged again. And thanks for this inspiration.
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Very powerful piece, Marisela!
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Thanks friend xo
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❤
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