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A Poem by ID
In the days when pre-adolescent girls with crooked spines (scoliosis) were quickly and thoughtlessly put into back braces for years and long enough to..
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A Poem by ID
It was the kind of bird that
always gave Brian a thrill.
Abig, hawk-like creature, with
wings spread, flying high above the ground.
Iremember ga..
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A Poem by ID
VITALITY SCREAMS
BUILDINGS SOAR
TRAFFIC SWELLS
AND PEOPLE SURGE.
THE PULSE OF THIS CITY
PROPELS ME.
I THRIVE.
I GROOVE.
I FIT.
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A Poem by ID
Tribute to a beautiful, green-eyed Holocaust survivor who let me into her world
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A Poem by ID
The cause of feelings ofUNREALITY is no more than the natural result of excessive anxious introspection.
The complex things are easy to do. Simplic..
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A Poem by ID
Undulating circles
symbolize my psyche.
One smaller circle, slightly quivering
reaching for the other.
Stretching, yearning,
almost--almost the
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A Poem by ID
I sing the song of myself
Can you hear me?
I sing for Whitman's inner peace.
You can't hear me?
I'll sing louder.
Hell, I'll scream the song ..
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A Poem by ID
A first attempt at poetry nearly 2 decades ago when I struggled deeply (and, happy to note, successfully) to overcome gripping anxiety and panic attac..
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A Poem by ID
Musings from a time when anxiety gripped me, yet few resources, forums, or internally generated coping skills existed for placation or peace.
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