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Say, “Goodbye,” She Said.

Goodbye to the house of childhood

“Goodbye”, to the prison in the mind.

“Goodbye”, to the guilt,

Goodbye to the rage and anger.

Goodbye to old failures and blame.

Goodbye to ancient pain.

Let go!

The old house,

rotten with age, neglect, and emotion,

may crumble slowly

or be rescued by new minds and souls.

Goodbye to the parapet where I watched incoming storms.

Goodbye to the art and music that entertained me.

Goodbye to memories — good and bad.

Oh, The house and people still live in the periphery of the psyche.

They surprise me, bring anachronistic thoughts, chip at my soul.

“Goodbye” is a start.

Some doors close very slowly.

Dana Sanford

Poet. Philosopher. A sense of Humor. 60 years ago I rode the winds at the top of a tall cottonwood. Buy me a coffee @

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