This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Crying

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I don’t want to cry at this meeting 
But I’m scratching my eyes.

This is a time of joy,
And thanks giving.

To dance
And be messy in love with the world.

But it’s bleeding from me.
In a stem I can’t control.

Could never hold.

Relief?

Is this feeling

Release?

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