Monthly Archives: May 2020

Meet

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These are the

Forests i know.

And the devils club,

The fallen trees

They remind me to breathe;

Raindrops on the forget me not.

The song of the wind,

Lichen at me feet.

Mountain tops high. I am cradled safe

In the sloping valley.

Running river wild playing its melody free

As I welcome stillness.

Here I meet myself.

Grab

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There are times this sorrow,

Confusion,

Worthlessness,

Fear

Has grabbed her and yanked her under ;

Beneath the undertow before She can take a breath.

It is then that She has learned to breathe in the water;

Even if She can’t move She keeps breathing.

She stops struggling

and eventually She floats back to the surface;

Someplace unrecognizable.

Someone unrecognizable to her.

New.