On the Banks

Those left behind can still be seen by some.

They have scars on their faces and rasps in their voices.

They don’t look you in the eye.

Is it shame or is it pride?

They wear attitude as their armor.

Their memories can drag them down if they dwell in the past.

Their survival relies on moving and adapting, often under the radar.

Hearts are fragile, so thick skin can serve as some protection.

Their journeys can take them into dark corners.

They must struggle to stay in the light.

They don’t take or carry pictures.

They have learned that forgetting is often better than remembering.

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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