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 (2) Poems: Going Home; Iron Slab (Dec. 3, 2016) |
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Dear aea2142, Adina,
Thank you for reminding me that home is not a place; it is something we can create anywhere. I needed to read that. I need that welcome, I need to be wanted.
Would you be able to assist me in setting up a GoFundMe page for my reentry? I really need some help and felt I should reach out using the blog. If this is something you could assist with, please contact my sister Sandra at: smuise@tds.net or (207) 265-2117.
Thank you so much, and I hope to hear from you again very soon. I am,
In Struggle,
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Timothy J. Muise
Prisoner Rights Activist
tim.muise.63@gmail.com
Cold pavement holds my steps,
my legs seem to freeze solid,
no direction, no destination
I feel alone in the world.
Dark streets feel endless
my eyes strain to see a finish
uphill crawl, steep incline
I feel abandoned in the city.
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