“She is so strong,” The echo came From one nurse to Next, always the same. From long blood and Lines of strength she Came. Bringing the flood And a spirit so free. My beauty, my girl, My Arrie-Marie
“Oh hey there.” I felt myself say.Smiling in recognition,Sighing in relief.I found Joy on the steps to Swami’s,Never knowing I had let Her go.
Small self, small self How do your defenses grow? With fearful thoughts of tomorrow And judgments molding each stone.
Intersecting dreams Bulging seams Baggage of yesterday Last month Last year…. When we started packing, It is never clear. But in they went, The Harsh words hurled, The Dreams deferred, The Masks The armor The weight your bare. Bags bulging Hopes high Brining every piece of our disguise False laughter Fearful joy The baggage of... Continue Reading →