Like a bull moose
he acted out his frustration
everybody shying away
from his pain
until a kindly old lady
poured them each
a glass of grape juice
and said, "A toast -
first to your bravery;
and then to your grief."
Validated
he loosed his vice-like grip
and became virginal
an empty vessel
willing to receive
the healing
that was his all along.
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Very nice, but as a Bull Moose who has already had his grape juice, thank you kindly, I shall refrain from commenting, as I am goofy with sleepiness.
You have been added to the Wollf Pack, m'dear.
Sweet dreams
Wollf
My feminine energies say, "Good Night; Sleep Tight". My masculine energies say, "I'll take that grape juice, thank you very much. I'm sorely in need of that."
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