listen,
there is a song
i want you to hear
but you’ll need
to press your hand
here.
I understand that
it was never ideal.
that i am not
exactly
what you wanted.
but i have tried
(sometimes)
in vain
to hold your
sadness
in my space
where it can’t
reach you
this is
different.
this is the last
thing
i will give you
it is a slow hum
the first time
i noticed
sweat build
on your brow
transparent
triangles
sitting
in the crevices
in the creases
of poppy skin.
it is rounded
almonds
for lips
that laugh
too often
and say so
little
but keep
my neediness
at bay
it is my
body
but it is
not
because all bodies
decay
it is the way
i have loved
you
in short
and long
draws of breath
it is the time
in philadelphia
where i decided
you were my home
and the earth was
wrecked
but it was fine.
it was all fine.
as long as
you and i
were ok.
– sheila c
sheila sea 
i digs..
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Sooooo beautiful! 🙂
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Wonderful.
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love it
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I cried reading…
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Beautiful!
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So material and transcendental at same time.
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Yep. I kinda cried too. But in a good way. A truth-way.
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I have nominated you for The Liebster Award. https://livingastanya.wordpress.com/2016/06/12/the-liebster-award/
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Your poetry is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for this one.
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a delightful good read on all accounts
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Beautiful poetry. Makes me wanna cry. This is really what I feel now
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It is a hard but important lesson to learn that we are not responsible to take someone else’s sadness into ourselves, though often we do it anyway out of love and compassion and wanting to help make things better. I am still learning it.
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I don’t think I’ll ever learn my lesson in this regard, Roger. I’m a tragic empath. 😦
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Quieting and Very lovely.
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