Author: Michael

Compassion

Epigenetic chains bind us together. Are we prisoners or co-artists? When the dark memories visited me, I walked in your shoes. Reliving your fear, confusion, pain, anger, and resentments. Your traumas planted and the triggers...

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Stains

He told me that shit sticks to you. That we get through and live through shit, but it changes us. Sometimes it brings us into greater focus and at other times it forces us onto another track. Shit will always come, so will I be...

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Flirtation

I find that I’m giving up a whole lotta stuff lately: Fears. Doubts. Analysis paralysis. Old ways of thinking. Old ways of being. Audience with my inner critic, that asshole. Perfection and flawless preparation. A recent...

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Biopsy

I had my first biopsy yesterday. I assume that they pulled some tissue from the lower end of my esophagus. I’m not particularly concerned about it and I wonder why. Is it because I learned of the biopsy while reading my...

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Rebirth

Reclined on the gurney My mind filled with worry My body wrecked with despair. Broken down. Once again. Mom, help. You stroked the crown of my head. My teeth clapped together uncontrollably.  Dominion stripped away. First by...

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