Too many tears of late
I cannot comprehend
I know I’m not alone
Let’s begin again
If happiness is born from agony
And beauty, from the wreckage
Then laughter is around the bend
On the corner of Lessons and Message
To push away the ones we love
Then weep over the lonely
Is incomparable insanity
A type of suicide where we fade slowly
Too many tears of late
The canvas, too dark in hue
I cannot possibly be alone with the thought
Of hoping for a new
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Christine Macdonald is a Los Angeles based author from the island of O’ahu.
Through her writing she uses her voice, a unique blend of cutting truth and self-deprecating humor to inspire others to release their shame and tell their story.
She is public about her struggles with clinical depression and PTSD from childhood abuse.
Her forthcoming book of essays about surviving addiction and a career in the sex industry will be published in 2020.
For more on Christine’s remarkable story visit her website www.poletosoul.com.
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Hi. Christine, it’s nice to hear from you again! I enjoy your intellectual philosophy and poetry. I’m a friend of Allison here in Weekie Wachee. She referred me to you the day of Chris Cornell’s death. I am a musician and a song writer so I can appreciate the depths from which you write! We must live in the present and only use the past to connect to a prosperous future. By bridging current decisions through reflection we ultimately charge our intuition that enables us to secure our own happiness through self respect, and…. humility!
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