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Unveiling Shadows –
A Dance with PTSD and Time A face hidden, shrouded in the past,A face hidden, in memories that last.A face… READ MORE
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Gardener’s Spring
Stillness Is Rust All winter they waited,the spade, the fork, the hoe —lying quiet in the shed,their edges softenedby… READ MORE
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Come with Me
If I climb this hill,will you come with me?Will you hold my handwhen my burdens get heavy?Will you lighten my… READ MORE
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Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be
The Future You Create
The future waits in quiet clay,
Shaped by the hands that work today.No distant star can chart your way,
Like choices made along the day.Each step becomes tomorrow’s view,
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
The future lives in what you do.
Poetry of Life 