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6/2017: Keepsake

Between these pages, I find glimpses of you, stories I didn't know to ask you to tell. Answers to questions, I struggled with but feared that you had never confronted. And love that scream out from the pages of a book that was a silent presence through my life. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy      

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Day 275: Remembering You

It has been ten years, since you broke my heart. It's enough penance, don't you think? Why did I let you make me believe, that you were it for me? I can finally forgive myself for falling in love with you. So, as hard as it is. I am going to stop. I need to… Continue reading Day 275: Remembering You

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Day 260: Shattered Reflections

TW: Abuse Shattered glass lay at my feet, each piece reflecting a moment, a story of my first walk, when you held me up, my first word, uncle, said into the phone a fleeting smile. So many pieces, so much history but I cannot make them fit anymore. Pieces broke so small that shards are… Continue reading Day 260: Shattered Reflections

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Day 249: Missing Appa (Dad)

I will always search for you in the fine silken threads of white Vaetti and shirt, in grey hairs and dark skin and eyes laughing behind glasses. This is unchanging and true. You are there in glasses that magnify the love and respect within, The belief that humanity is inherently good. I seek you in… Continue reading Day 249: Missing Appa (Dad)

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Day 248: The Undefinable (Sandra)

When silence held my tongue, you undid the stitches that woven across my lips. As I tried to crack open, windows in trapped rooms, I had built around myself, you reminded me that I was already outside. I imagine you like the wind, catching us up in your current, but you quickly become the sun,… Continue reading Day 248: The Undefinable (Sandra)

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Day 220: War Tales

If this is what, I fought for, then why do I sit here, silent and searching? This is not the reality I envisioned, the dream I was promised, when I held you in my lap, watching the blood flow, mixing with the saltwater tides. How could I have known that it was my life, my… Continue reading Day 220: War Tales