The Leaving

The Leaving

copyright 10-29-2026

There he was

Singing in a Market Basket.

And there I was

Dragging an invisible Casket.

"Leaving on a jet plane..."

After I closed a door -

After I had decided to

Be confused, no more.

"Oh babe I hate to go..."

And I just want to cry.

Will I ever be free?

Will I live or die?

Right now, I am fearing for my life, and am praying that I will survive the targeting and be set free so that I can live my life in the ways that I need to. I am holding tight to my dream of building a little cabin and a healing garden on my own peaceful and private property. I recently thought I may have found a tract of land that could have been a stepping stone in that direction - something I could have turned into a little artist retreat type of place and re-sold, in order to have more money for the larger piece of land I need for all of my retirement years. But it ended up being in a flood zone and the town said I'd need a special variance just to build a shed on it. So I did not buy it. But I'm still looking and hoping.