To identify where
it all went wrong, when
isolation became a drug
as potent as anything
ingested, when ingesting
became impossible
is
to pretend to be
some kind of god
with flame-retardant wings.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
You have an amazing way with poetry. How very profound this is–we think we are bolstering ourselves; building our fortresses when we retreat–like we have some kind of God-like power to ensure we don’t get hurt again. Well put.
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Thanks Heather. I appreciate your taking the time to read my poems. Can’t imagine life without writing them.
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sharp perspective.
well put.
we do pretend at times…
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I love this one. So true and beautifully said.
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