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I wrote this after watching the film: The Perks Of Being A Wall Flower. And then I found a web site that lists many of the stand out lines from the film and book. I wrote on my Good Reads page that I am a perpetual wall flower; I wonder if that makes me immortal in some strange way. Maybe I have never grown up, but there are no excuses left and I still find myself firmly planted in the awkward zone. I apologize for the shoddy poetry and lapses in posts lately; I'm still in mourning. Your patience is greatly appreciated.  

To Joyce.

I have no photographs to post,
just ancient ones hidden under my bed.
Of you,
only memories you cannot see.
But I have feelings to share,
if only you would believe
I am a human being.

So sorry,
that sorry will never be enough,
to heal the hole
I carved into your heart.

Forgiveness,
it sounds so funny now,
but something you cannot ask for
because it must be freely given.

Sorrow,
it is my middle name,
hidden between the pages
of a distant dream;
In the mean time,
I share fragments of time
with those I love most:
children, parents
and the Holy Ghost.

                          - Dale A. Wittler

It is the nature of souls to escape once in a while and go beyond the realm of flesh and blood. And it is the nature of flesh to sink deeper into the marrow of life here on earth. There are days like today when I feel as though I could walk forever down a country back road and never return home again. There are nights when all I can do is pray for the end to come so I can just fade away and leave this pitiful rotting corpse in the dust that it was drawn from. Tonight, I write it down so I don't forget that somewhere in all of this mess is a meaning and purpose just screaming to emerge, and all I have to do is wait it out for the sun to rise again on paradise lost...