Lynn Stillman Poems

With much of a struggle
up the tower I climb.
Weighed down by anger,
by sorrow,
...

My mind can be quite the prankster.
Just as mischchievous as it can be.
When a little confidence decides,
to kick back and settle in,
...

you said you would
always be there for me.
You even wrote those
very words, on a piece of paper
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Sometimes I look at my life,
and I feel like I am again
the nameless and invisible
kid in school.
...

Looking at the magazine covers,
in the checkout line at the grocery story.
Thin, perfect movie stars, the latest diets
then recipes for the fattiest cakes and cookies
...

I have seen all of the beauty
that can be seen in this life.
My remote, vantage point,
overtaken by anger and hopelessness
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A photo album,
made up of pictures
taken by my mind's eye.
In flight, an eagle
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Sometimes I need.
And that brings fear.
Can't get too close to happy.
Knowing a long dropp is near.
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I have always been here
in this house of time.
The rooms, like hours,
empty and unadorned.
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