Goodbye!
"Goodness of saying goodbye"
I found the best in goodbye.
I'm glad I said goodbye.
I'm glad we went separate ways.
I'm glad we took different directions.
It was the best decision ever.
It worked well for me.
The role I was playing was not fruitful.
The role delayed my life.
I'm also thankful for the role you played.
The role of hatred and abuse.
You had to do it so that I could find my destiny.
Destiny of a great life.
I am grateful.
I found happiness.
My life has changed since we parted ways.
I am grateful to those who helped you push me away.
They had to do it so that I could find my fate.
It is the goodness of saying goodbye.
I am now blessed.
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Gloria Penelope
I create poetry, short stories, books, and articles based on my crazy thoughts and wild ideas.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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