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Archive for July, 2011


While the world sleeps,

she slings her cares across her shoulder

like a long-handled purse and tiptoes into the night.

She has buried her secrets in the bottom of her soul.

No relics of a distant past engraved upon her face,

unspoken hunger drives her to the place

where patches of moss soften the earth

and paradise is called a tree, though she questions

the lingering bitter scent of its leaves.

Every night when the storm screams,

she beseeches the heavens for confidence.

Thunder rips through her ragged bones,

while a low swirling wind invites her to dance.

Her shuddering wanes to gentle swaying.

After all, lightening speaks well of her

even though the stars say nothing at all.

She wonders if the moon is broken

…for it does not shine a path for her.

Still she knows for sure she will never wither

into the grave she once dug for herself.


Bolting The Door


Worry paces the rooms and halls

well into the dark of night.

Shadows bounce off the walls

as creaks of the night come into light,

haunting every thought and move.

Pain cuts rivers through your soul.

Tucked within a wrinkle that won’t smooth,

life as you knew it has taken it’s toll.

Doubt, the devil within, has aroused,

clawing upon you wearing you sore.

When the cold wind blows through your house,

you have no choice but to close the door.

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