Who me?
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Who me?
āI know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice stealsā
I know what the caged bird feels!ā
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
Iām looking for someone. Let me know if you see her.
Anxiety!
Iāve had it all day. Ready to give up sometimes.
Playinā the blues.
I think Iāll make another one of these. Pineapple upside down cheesecake.
Sadness and
Regrets
I finally got home from my visit to the VA hospital in Lexington. While there I spoke with a 97 year old WWII veteran whom was held as a POW during the war. He made me smile a lot; I felt we had bonded. On my way home, a sense of extreme anxiety and depression overcame me as I started thinking about my father, whom was a WWII veteran as well. My father experienced profound problems and issues as a result of his service, but as a young person I never took the time to understand him. As I became older, growing into adulthood, the father/son divide seem to only grow. I fault myself, as I had put up barriers stemming from my on experiences in the military and personal relationships. If I could turn back time even for as little as one hour, I would say him āDad, Iām proud of you, and for all the sacrifices you made for our family and country.ā And for the remainder of our hour together I would love to just sit beside him and let a river of emotions carry us to a place of love and understanding. Today, a 97 year old man brought me to a place emotionally that I needed to visit.
My soul feels empty.
I donāt have a hometown.