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Anonymity

I used to fear anonymity;
now, I don’t care so much
if anyone remembers my name
(random syllables, not chosen by me)
as long as someone, somewhere
remembers the sensation of
having (at least) once
been lifted, with
or without me

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  1. November 30, 2015 at 7:06 pm

    This is lovely.

    • December 3, 2015 at 5:16 pm

      Thank you! My husband asked, “What inspired that?” I said, “It was just how I was feeling?” It’s something that comes to mind from time to time, when I remember how I used to think about it all differently.

  2. N.
    November 30, 2015 at 8:29 pm

    Beautiful ❀️

  3. November 30, 2015 at 9:33 pm

    I prefer flying under the radar. And hope that I can make a positive difference. Somewhere…

    • December 1, 2015 at 4:47 am

      Offline, under the radar works best for me, but online … since I started my first blog 20 years ago, I wanted to be heard. Remembered. Little echoes of that still come back from time to time, but for the most part … I will be happy to be remembered for my love in the hearts of two currently little boys, and to be a bit part in all the rest. πŸ™‚

  4. December 1, 2015 at 1:10 am

    Dude, it’s snowing! πŸ™‚

  5. December 1, 2015 at 1:19 am

    Absolutely!

  6. December 1, 2015 at 8:57 am

    Beautiful!

  7. December 1, 2015 at 9:42 am

    This was amazing, Deborah.
    In all seriousness, you have a gift, my friend.

  8. December 2, 2015 at 6:07 am

    I very much resonate with this piece.
    ~❀️~ and that makes me feel understood.

    Oh, new friend, I love you already. And, to me, you are known.

  9. December 2, 2015 at 6:34 am

    Nice!!

    This is one of the most curiously sticky, weave-y around my little brain lines: the sensation of having (at least) once been lifted, with or without me I love (who doesn’t) that poetry that insists I sort it out.

    • December 3, 2015 at 5:20 pm

      I love this! One of my colleagues said hello to me a couple days ago. I didn’t hear, and clearly had a perplexed look on my face. The look disappeared and he said hello again, mentioning that it was his second time. I said, “Sorry, I was trying to sort out this comment I didn’t understand!” He laughed and said, “Yeah, I wouldn’t expect you to let something go until you understood it!” πŸ™‚

  10. December 3, 2015 at 3:44 am

    You lift my spirit and heart so often, this was lovely.

  11. Jen_Cle
    December 11, 2015 at 7:22 am

    Oh, did I love this! It’s just beautiful! ❀ I admire your courage so much in sharing your story with all of us. Hugs from Ohio.

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