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Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.


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For those of us detained at our borders
without any parents
--
are you a stranger in an angry land?

Are we children of God
or are we children of Men
or are we children of Ourselves?

With our parents gone
are we able to carry on
to learn the lessons
which helps us to navigate
through our lives?

What if, they were never here?
Missing, in action, but missing
always--present, but unaccounted for...
unable to grasp what it is
that's written somewhere on
an application to be a parent.

If there's not job description,
there ought to be one.
Teach me how to forgive and love myself...
Teach me that it will be all right...
Teach me I can make mistakes
Teach me that brighter days follow
after darker nights.
Just teach me.

And feel your feelings
because no one else can.
Being a feeling person
gives you the better plan
to get by and through this world
which is yours.

Sometimes when it rains
it pours and overtakes nearly everything...
both of your parents die
in the space of one year
and you realize,
as I once did,
that(long ago) when you declared
(at six) that you were an orphan
that it was a kind of joke
(and you got into BIG trouble)
that being an orphan leaves you feeling
homeless.
The world is both remote and swallowed up
around you.
You become and feel all the much odder.
The Odd Girl Out...and now,
a stranger in a strange
and angry land.


looking through my watercolors and found a biographical
painting which prompted this poem from September 4-5 2019
The title was "Feel Your Feelings, No One Else Can."

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM, 4/27/2022 10:14am PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
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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