Insults and Injuries

I bemoan and decry
How
No one — absolutely no one

Whether in writing, or whether verbally
Neither by smoke-signal, ancient code, pony-express, street sign, Social, nor any other means of communication or Media

Except Shakespeare, himself

Provided instruction on the following:

Seeing the writing on the wall;

Surviving the sudden, unspoken goodbye;

Understanding in any way, shape, or form, heartbreak;

Avoiding the subsequent self-loathing;

Navigating the wrong kinds of depths, whilst working to resurface;

The exact location where one may file a writ of replevin to retrieve back their spirit — unshattered, whole, good as new — and perhaps their house key, as well; and,

Walking with confidence therewith.

Inspirational Credit:
“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”
-William Shakespeare

Peaceful Poem

People have promised me
Twice today
With all the confidence
Of the heart of a child
With all the solemnity 
Of an old-fashioned hymn sung in unison
Everything will be
As everything ought

People, I promise you, too

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He sat proudly
Above her
Honored to have his hands on her shoulders

She sat smiling 
At his feet
Confident her heart was in his care

His pride, her smile 
His hands, her heart
His care, her shoulders

I needed a photo, so I looked again 
And shuttered my eyes 
Their peace, my peace