writing

rising from the ashes to shoot up new leaves ~ the felled tree

Underneath this same shade of blue, I made houses of sand and sticks, boxes and weeds; stuffed doll strapped on…

even sunlight cowers behind dark clouds the blue sky embraces their greyness when angels cry

Flitting in and out        of warmth,   in search of blossomed hearts         for a thrust                   of her…

lengthen shadows under the golden sunset dark splotches of birds floating in the sky whistling of the fall of  night…

A shift from fluttering to pain where my heart resides – A reminder of agony from before stunned by this…

your hypnotic beauty winking and beckoning to me under the midnight sky where stars perform their starly duties your serenity,…

gentle breeze             of the night, allaying the sun              of its heat free my thought               of its cares…

gazing into your piercing eyes, my former self like faded blanket stretched, and ripped; laying everything bare in readiness ~…

a journey to recovery a backward-never-trip to restoration narrow and thorny shallow and stony so many pieces waiting to be…