Clichés
I buried myself in an ice-cube.
I dug in so deep that nobody
could find nor touch me.
“Hurt yourself,” I told myself,
“hurt yourself
so badly that nobody
will ever be able to hurt you
again.”
Clichés:
cutting off your nose
to spite your face,
shooting yourself
in the foot, arm, or leg,
self-destructing
in so many ways,
and all clichés.
And me, alone,
everything cut off,
torn down, worn away,
visible, some days,
yet untouchable,
locked away
in this frozen land
where warmth
never flows
and winter
holds sway.
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Clichés
rogermoorepoet 
I’m hanging. Got the emails. Thank you/1
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Just checking to see if you are okay Roger. I hope so.
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Just writing things out of my system. I’ll reply separately! Thanks for reaching out.
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I’ve felt like that so many times, Roger! I also feel invisible most of the time, especially when people have to walk around me in the chair but don’t realize they are doing it. Funny at times but so depressing at others. Other times I wish I could be invisible.
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I guess it’s all a question of moods – some days are good, others are bad. Wittgenstein said that two different people would see the same scene in two different lights. Perspectivism – it all depends on your perspective. However, positive thinking can change it all around – also writing it out of your system!
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I think I’ve been writing a lot of things out of my system lately, Roger. It feels great! Doing some acting out as well. That feels even better. Still working on one item, but you can probably guess what that one is!
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E-mails on the way! Hang in there!!!
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