Struggle (Page 9)

The poem "We have lots of time" consists of the title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself.

We have lots of time (a poem)

I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.

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A close-up of a sinister-looking man's face, with cracked skin and purple-blue eyes.

Fear (an anaphoric poem)

Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.

Fear makes people see things.

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Cracked sidewalk concrete with a woman's fist breaking through from below.

Hell & Back (an acrostic poem)

He has a way of
exploiting my weakness

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A bright red umbrella site alone on an aged European, wet, gray brick street. Overlay of pianist playing piano.

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

Pianist and Composer, Jason Fervento asked,
“How does this song make you feel?”

(107 words)

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Deadvlei in the first light of the sunrise. A white clay floor, a large orange-pink dune, and an old acacia tree. An African landscape from Sossusvlei, Namib Desert, Namibia, Southern Africa. Red sand floor backed by the biggest sand dune in the world.

Straight into Tomorrow (a poem)

Like every fool that has lived,
I tried to ignore, move on,
forward.

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burning orange candles close up (Image: Ivan Kmit)

We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.

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