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I have found hope where there was none,
light where there was dark;
love when all was lost,
these are the stories of my soul...

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Posts Tagged: life

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My heart, the elephant
of my fate, broken and painful
stumbling through this journey,

without a herd,
without compassion,
without a lover,

I walk through hot coals laid for me
by you, singing my skin, you stare,
until I burn, you turn and go.

But I am the strength
I need in your aftermath
to rise again.

-L.J. Lenehan

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I miss, long nights in the twinkle of your eye, skinny dipping with your soul. -L.J Lenehan

I miss, long nights in the twinkle of your eye, skinny dipping with your soul. -L.J Lenehan

I miss, long nights in the twinkle of your eye, skinny dipping with your soul. -L.J Lenehan

I miss, long nights in the twinkle of your eye, skinny dipping with your soul. -L.J Lenehan

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Should you have asked me to stay, I would have. Every empty apology perforates my brain. As I close…

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Should you have asked me to stay,
I would have.

Every empty apology
perforates my brain.

As I close my heart,
I consider the humanness

of my invisibility…

-L.J. Lenehan-

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Fall again, nature’s efficiency satisfies me with the consistency of sunsets I no longer watch…

Fall again, nature’s efficiency satisfies me
with the consistency of sunsets I no longer watch
still I might like to see one more

the crisp air stinging my face
leaves crackling underfoot
air expanding in my lungs

feeling again, one last time
a regretful reeling of every mistake
every love misunderstood, every path not taken

the sensation of winter’s loss
sends a chill through my core
of the…

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In your brokenness I found comfort. a feeling I know so well, at home in the awkwardness. there was…

In your brokenness
I found comfort.

a feeling I know so well,
at home in the awkwardness.

there was no need to speak,
I knew what you had to say.

Because with every beginning,
there is always an ending.

but this time, yes, this time,
I have no more beginnings.

-L.J. Lenehan-

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I thought it would be lovely to share my moon with you and then I realized you have to want to…

I thought it would be lovely to share my moon with you and then I realized you have…

I thought it would be lovely to share my moon with you and then I realized you have to want to…

I thought it would be lovely to share my moon with you and then I realized you have…

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For the First Time

On my path, it rains,
my dry skin moisturized.

For the first time, I stop,
observing the bend up the way,

inhaling the fragrant orchard bloom
I try to understand, how I never noticed

the bloom of thistles, water lilies,
dog rose, blue bells, dragonflies.

My steps are overwhelmed
by the need not to move, conflicted

by what lies up ahead, predators in between
lie each side in wait, to take:

my…

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Image: Tony Murphy -Boyle’s Gaelic Chieftain

Image: Tony Murphy -Boyle’s Gaelic Chieftain

Image: Tony Murphy -Boyle’s Gaelic Chieftain

Image: Tony Murphy -Boyle’s Gaelic Chieftain

A rose, at the end of summer, knows it must let go of the petals, to bloom again next spring. -L.J.…

A rose, at the end of summer, knows it must let go of the petals, to bloom again next spring. -L.J. Lenehan

A rose, at the end of summer, knows it must let go of the petals, to bloom again next spring. -L.J.…

A rose, at the end of summer, knows it must let go of the petals, to bloom again next spring. -L.J. Lenehan

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Like a ghost at my bed three a.m. haunts the spot my heart used to be. In a room that echoes vacant…

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Like a ghost at my bed three a.m.
haunts the spot my heart used to be.

In a room that echoes vacant night time
chats, I think of eternity in purgatory.

Locked in a rhymeless room with no view,
no paintings, no sheets, no floor, no air –

only a roof and four walls, screaming perpetually –
no one can hear

I suffer through a time without an end.

-L.J. Lenehan-

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