Today I forgot know who I am.
Am I peanut butter and jam?
Am I green eggs and ham?
It seems I get a lot of spam.
What does that say about me?
My leisure, my activity.
I am me
you are you
does that make us we?
Then, whatever will we do?
I think I should take a nap.
I feel like I might have a heart attack.
Attack of the killer bees?
Attack of the heeby-geez?
Attack of the caring and the kindness.
Me and being mindless.
I think I meant to say loving kindness,
but what I feel is a stress
that makes me wonder who I am,
why do I still feel that I don’t fit in.
Anxious if I stay
anxious if I go away.
Neither here nor there is not a good place to stay.
Check out their rating on Expedia-dot-c-a.
A Patient Voice 
Much like the Phoenix rising from the ashes 💜. It might be cliché, but dang, it’s an empowering image 🌷🌺
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Thank you, I think you and I know a bit or two about being the Phoenix that rises from the ashes. It’s always a delight to hear from you. 🙂 Harlon
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Thank you! I do believe we do, yes 😘💞💪🏼. The Phoenix always rises; it’s lighter than ether 🌷🖐🏼🌷. Always a pleasure to hear from you too, brother! Keep on keeping on 💪🏼🌺💖
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Oh I can so identify with this.
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Yeh. 😑do any of us ever feel like we ..fit in? 🤔 neither here nor there…I’d say is a dark place. I dislike that place it’s like the nothing.
I love this poem
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I think I get you on this one, it’s weird or surreal perhaps that sometimes how we connect is sometimes in the dark place, but that connection gives it light. xo Harlon
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It is quite intriguing but I do believe that If we never travel to that dark place we don’t… grow or connect with others
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I loved your title.. partial destruction won’t help you rebuilt the entire thing in an innovative way…
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Nice riding along your stream of consciousness. Checking ratings sounds like a good idea. But I hope you enjoy your adventure either way.
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Nice. It carries the feel of the uncertainty and anxiety well.
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Harlon
I would love to hold your hand and talk for days. You are the most interesting man, your fortitude to survive shows in every pain filled post. Please know I care about you, think of you often and most importantly I’m always here for you. Reach out to me, we are Survivors for a reason and we have so much to offer each other and everyone who follows you. Survivors Blog Here is for us, to learn, mend and help by sharing our story. Everyone has a story worth hearing.
I’ve secured both sites from Hacker, Daniel & I are cleaning up the site. I am more dedicated than ever before to share experiences we could face at any time.
Have a great trip, breath the air in deep and let your mind be free to enjoy the moment.
I’ve reblogged this post for you.
Xx M
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Dear Melinda, your word are like music to my heart. It is exactly what I needed to hear. Thanks for your support. Hugs, Harlon
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From contributor Harlon at http://apatientvoice.com. Be sure to stop by Harlons site and you can always find him at http://www.Survivorsbloghere@ wordpress.com.
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Nice your text!
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Thank you 🙂
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Where is your heart, is a good place to stay. All is inside it.
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Yes, I think the heart is the foundation – and whether other parts of life are renovation, innovations, destructions, the heart is what grounds and unlike walls that protect us, it is the wall that keeps us standing strong. Merci! Plus de bises, Harlon
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This beautiful wall is accepting flowers (like in a Pink Floyd’s record)…
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Rather than a brick, it will be another rose not instead on the wall.
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