The Leaves That Withered

By Alta Yavonne Delahousaye Oberman

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468548037

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© 2012 by Tracey Oberman. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 02/18/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4685-4804-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4685-4803-7 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012901633

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CONTENTS

A loving friendship

Frozen kisses… .

Heartbroken

Love

Moving on

Death—is it real

Searching

Broken Heart (Rejection)

For the love of a dream

Sean Tracy Cerda

The game of love

For Alta.

If you knew her, you loved her.

Invisible Tree, invisible Me

I used to be as strong as a tree

Bending and swaying

Standing tall and proud

Providing stability for others to lean on

And shade for comforting protection

Stretching strong branches

To welcome the challenges

Of the changing winds

Growing taller and stronger

When each new season begins

Now, this tree struggles to stand against

The stinging winds of chronic pain

Winds that cut like knives

Whittling my branches and core down to brittle twigs

Of lowered self esteem

Riding the never ending cycles of pain and fear

Frustration and loneliness have brought me here

Once again trying to plant new roots

Trying to grow out of the depths of despair

Watered with tears, nurtured with perseverance

Trying to hold my ground

All the while, feeling invisible

For the mirror displays an unrecognizable face

With sick eyes and tired grace

A spirit shattered into pieces of lost dreams…

No one can see

The invisible tree

The invisible me

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He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen,

So I watched him a little while

I got up the courage to speak to him so we chatted for a little while

He was my better half at the debutant ball so I’ve danced for a little while

That night I figured out just how special he was to me so I was smitten for a little while

We felt good together so we dated for a little while

Then our scheduled conflicted so we argued for a little while

When I suggested that we part he agreed so I cried for a little while

I lost the pieces to my heart so I cried for a longer while

I always dreamt that he loved me too

So I was diluted for a little while

I hope and pray he remembers me and keeps me in his heart

For a little while

Now, more often than not

I think of him and smile

’Cuz he was mine

If only just for a little while

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I am that which is

I am everything that is, that was, and that will be.

No mortal man has lifted my veil

He is himself along, and it is to this aloneness that things

Owe their being.

-Egyptian Mother Goddess

I sing my song to the one I love thru

This chaos that rules my life

My heart breaks right before his eyes

This love has taken its toll on me and seconds of pleasure was all I got.

I’ll survive this thing called you

Love is what defines me

Love is what I need to ease my pain

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Somehow

On the other side of life

I will find some justification for these decades filled with pain

My melancholy disposition gives way to a manic state like oil cutting through water

This illness spills over my heart, my mind, my body, my soul

As I attempt to do no more than delay certainty of drowning in my own pool of blood, sorrow, air, puddle of… . Tears

This dis-ease has got me itching and scratching and stretching my skin

Trying hard to define this hell that I’m in

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A dead-end is just a good place to turn around

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Gardens always mean something else,

Man absolutely uses one thing to