The mind defies
and deceives
You come to me in my dreams
and you
you’re there too
and I don’t want to think about you
or you
I want to erase the memories
of all of you
the hurtful words
the fear
the black eye
But my mind won’t allow it
It pokes
it prods
it reminds
and recalls
I think of green pastures
with wildflowers dotting it
willing the beauty
to snuff out the pain you left
It doesn’t work
Fiction, and other made-up stories
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After
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This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
yeah, been there
Ouch! Sometimes, it’s hardest to let go of exactly what we should let go of. Why is that I wonder? Ego, fear, some kind of need we may be unaware of?
I wonder if it’s supposed to be a reminder for me to never go back there? Possibly.
maybe yes, but if you do…well, that’s what is what and you’ll have one more thing to write about