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A Full Circle

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Coming full circle
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I bruised my forehead

Rushed to the hospital

For stitches that stung

So terrible, I cried

I was seven


I shrieked

In agony I lay

More than a day

To push a human out

I was thirty one



I fell ill

Missed an exam

Sobbed at having lost

My chance to a glorious future

That, on my mind I had etched

I was fifteen


I worked

Behind a desk

Waiting for the two days

I could forget what I did

Often doubtful

But still waiting

It will all mean something

One day

I was twenty five



When my throat got a knot

A teddy bear swallowed my tears

He said he’d die for me

I believed

He’s lying to you, said Dad

I left him

And grieved for months

I was eighteen


We stay up all night

Tacitly taking turns

To hold the little one

When he whimpers

And can’t say

Where it hurts

And how much

I am thirty three



Dad was strong

Mom stood upright

Together they fought the world

To shelter me

Under their wings

I sulked to break free

I was a child


They are wearied

Empty nesters

Anticipate my visit

Rubbing their eyes

Under metal rimmed glasses

I long to return home

I am a worrying Mom, myself



Pain was something else

Like the world was going to end

Like it will never get better

Like it can never get any worse


Pain is different

Like it is here to stay

As a constant companion

Like however big

It will always be smaller

Than me


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