This is Not My Life A warm "hello" and kiss goodnight bright eyes, sweet lips a scurry of activities, part of the pack cooking, eating, laughing, telling stories family connection broken times high times silent, I feel dreams, dances, sweet kisses on my head enticing me to a life imagined but not mine waking up alone... Continue Reading →
Waking the Muse
I remember the exact moment when this verse came to me. After months of grief, there was a magical moment when my spirit came alive again and desire was born. The rain was coming down on a cold September day, it seemed to cleanse my mind and give me hope; I breathed in the air... Continue Reading →
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