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The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

MOLECULES

No Broom Could Chase Me.



Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

The Off Brand

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Out On The Street

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Judging The Rain

Mister Misbegotten.

The Haircut Thing

The Bare Bones

Lull the Day to Night

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

Patch-Worked Trilogy

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

Uncovered

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Knock, Then Come Through

Elise, Elise

Great Big Waterproof World

The Blue Buffalo

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what's in my name
isn't found in my face

I didn't choose my name
it was given to me
would I claim it as my own
how could they have known
who I was
the day I was born

truth be told
they barely knew themselves
nor their botched parenthood experiment. 

does the soul choose
does it have prescience
could it really know
who its been paired up with
and would they be good caretakers or
is it the toss of a coin
how the gulf opens up
and drops a soul
into this void called earth
and how this soul must grasp it
with all its might
because grasping means life

is it familiarity or familial
how I do have the eyes of my Dad
or how I'm like my Mother
always sad
I see things others don't
and might choose not to

and what makes me want to do
what I ought not do
and defy every attempt to control
I must have dropped from the darkest hole
from the sky
my soul maybe wanted to fly alone
for awhile
and not get attached
so I could be better prepared
before I came hatched into
this unkind world
who didn't choose to know me

I was old before the years caught up
I was old and never tied the knot of
childhood
I was the parent not the child
my parents didn't get the directions
nor possess the leanings nor have
the attention span that makes
a little one grow up and not be wildly
at odds with the world
let me tell you the one little pearl
or two that must be passed unto
the soul of a little child

never improve them
nor ask them to fall into line
with your own false image
of who you want them to be

always reassure them when they're hurt
telling them
it will be alright again--
and how the worst gets over
and at the end of darkness
is a prescient morning dawn

teach them they have within them
all the ingredients to
to thrive, to carry on

show them how
a soul's life can be serene
and that life doesn't have to be mean

and all who they need
they will find within themselves
and that
with time,
all can and will be revealed
 persevere to heal
as it's uncovered
(within yourself, my child, within yourself, little soul.)




random thoughts organized directly to the page
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 10:53pm SEPT 1 2020
TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED
SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD











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