Born in the Tundra of Minnesota, I have since become a bit of a Gypsy. Currently calling home base the hot sands of Arizona, I do still travel often. Whether the journey is a physical one, or one taken by reading a fantastic book it doesn't matter, the fun is always in the adventure. As always I am an eclectic person that likes a wide array of things and has many passions. Creating, advocating for animals and Mothering just to name a few.

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Poetry can be a good release valve. Of course I stopped sharing it a long time ago as everyone would take what was in the poetry as a cemented thing. That isn’t how poetry works.



I looked up to you when times were bad.
I looked up to you when I was sad.

I always laughed when you were by my side,
until you went behind my back and lied.

I felt so betrayed and so alone,
and began to realize your true colors that had shown.

You hurt me so badly that nothing can compare.
You were the one with whom my secrets I thought I could share.

You helped me through bad times when people were so mean,
and now that you’re gone, I feel so deceived.

You lied to my face, one only could tell.
You left me alone; now I feel like I’m in hell.

I have no one to turn to to ask for advice.
You leaving me like this is like being squeezed by a vice.

I’m in pain; it’s not easy to see, and since you’ve been gone,
I have no one beside me.

I try to find more friends that are as fun as you,
but the more I try, I realize there is nothing more I can do.

You’re gone forever, whether you know it or not.
Me being stuck in this world alone like this, I’d rather be shot.

Goodbye forever, you ruined my ability to forgive,
and now like this for the rest of my life I shall live.



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