365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Forty-Seven

it is cool enough.
to wear my hat.
not the one with the flowers.
you found for me after I.
got too inebriated.
a new one, in the same style.
made by the same person.
mommy, tried to let her go.
but it was impossible.

I cried that day, it.
has been my way for many years.
the effects of fight or flight.
hard to master and.
sometimes there’s no.
reasonable cure for.
the baser impulses.
of physiology still.
striving for perfection.

the weather has broken.
into beauty and peace.
I do not regret my departure.
all breaks are hard.
especially when violence.
makes the point, we.
built a life, then tore it down.
the cycle has to end.

I am too old for the luxury.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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