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The road.

I’ve traveled far
Weary venturing wide
Not on forest track
Seeking frontier inside
 Shattering pain 
 Uncontrollable hurt
 no skill to fix
 Heart shaped hole in shirt
Keep on the mask
Some noticed it slip
true dear friends
Knew my armor was chipped
I don’t know surrender
Hard to the bone
Evisceration was delivered
A calm few words at home
Moving out I was told
Turned my hours to days
I’ve shambled Hall for miles
Whittled at it all in many ways
Escapes and splurges
Is one way I tried to run
Losing taste for that
I turned around to kill all the fun
I was born for this!
had one ME-clad rule
Do well for them
Perfection is for fools
I’d say things like
I only want happy kids
But I also taught them
There will be skids
No.
Takes more love and strength
Than a closet full of shit
And a few bucks in the bank.
Giving and granting
What was calmly asked
Made me smaller somehow
Crushed by the task.
I look around now
No.  I look UP.
Truth, is the gaze that shames
And yes, why you stay away.
Funny thing though
About me when I’m Crushed.
I STAND up stronger than before
Brushing off weaker husk.
What nearly killed me
Is the idea I’d killed part of your life
Have I abused you? Been a drunk?
Chosen the wrong wife?
No.
Scott Lundberg
Duluth Minnesota 

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.