Healing
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My Heart
My heart has been closed, and so I have been away from this place. I’ve been well aware of my differences in the world, well aware of the sorrow within the walls of lace and sun that I call ‘me’.… Continue reading
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Pieces of You
There is a darling softness here in the heart. A softness that holds my love for you and all the times your smile held me in safety. I will miss you, always, in the quiet. My heart has grown into… Continue reading
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Someone, Somewhere
Beneath the surface, gripped by the ripples of life gone by. It is a sad softness, and there are cold lashes of fear, set into the marrow of my bones. Take this tender heart, I whisper. To someone. Somewhere. Continue reading
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A Little While
There is silence where the gaps are. Weeping holes in a persons soul, for life, or just, perhaps, for a little while. Continue reading
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Heart
How my heart breaks when I think of it. The moment I was curled up on the hospital bed, weeping in my husbands arms, just absolutely sobbing with fear as the two doctors stood by, helpless to my tears. Only… Continue reading
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Scars
The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain. The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished. How beautiful true love feels… Continue reading
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Chamomile
The word sipping is very pretty, isn’t it? Delicate, like the action it shows. I can see a small pair of hands, a little tea cup beside a little light. And I know it is home. I know it is… Continue reading
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She Remembers
How my soul asks to be held. How she breathes the cotton thoughts of yesterday through the trees as she remembers. Continue reading
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For The Birds
The birds are home and so am I. I could say they are noisy, but they are not really noisy. They are only noisy if I think of them in relation to my world. On their own, they are just… Continue reading
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