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  • A MILLENIALS MOM JOURNEY WITH POETRY
  • THE EARLY 20 – BECOMING
  • Script monologue – The recognition
  • DEAF AND BLIND
  • NORMALLY
  • THE LONGING
  • SOMEONE WHO LOST ME
  • LATE 20 – THE SHEDDING
  • SCRIPT MONOLOGUE – IN THE TRAFFIC
  • the eclipse
  • A DISTANT TIME
  • never beyond repairs
  • Love and not to be in love
  • Early 30s – The Bonding
  • UNDENIABLE PAIN of watching them growing
  • traUMA; I wouldn’t wish to pass on
  • bleeding face
  • perfection
  • City boy
  • SCRIPT MONOLOGUE – EAVESDROPPING A PRIVATE CONVERSATION AT 2AM
  • When No One Prepared for This
  • poetic way to say; happiness is also painful
  • this isn’t so tragic
  • mother of the world
  • Thank your parent

Living, even with such freedom,

still hurts in its own ways.

I don’t feel your pain,

you don’t feel mine.

Each of us is entitled to our own ache.

For without pain, there is no poem,

no story worth telling.

Do not mistake yourself

for the tale with a happy ending;

no happiness is intended painless.

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