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Things I Love

the smell of freshly cut grass

and pachouli oil.

rain, in gentle showers, sheets, or torrential downpours

and lightning dancing in the sky.

my dog Cleo’s nose

and  her yawns, when I smell her sweet doggie breath.

the sound of laughter, when it comes from a child

and to cry like a baby until I fall asleep.

zinnias, with flowers as big as my hand,

sunflowers too.

the sound of tree frogs, during the rainy season,

the sound  of a sigh.

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loving my nap, too!

chocolate, the milk kind, to eat by myself,

not sharing with anyone.

and I love you, when you play legos with me,

like we did as children.

 

By Susan T. Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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