Homesick

Homesick

Tornado winds raged when I was here last. Your fingers ran through my hair and calmed the strands the storm had tangled. I wondered how long before I felt that safety again. I left that home, the ocean tide calling me; its waves louder than winds. They held more...
Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm

People call her strong, and when she speaks, thunder roars. From her heart flows a downpour that drowns and overwhelms many a landscape.   But within the churning clouds hides a gentle flicker of light, each flash and each vein a memory of past hurts and triumphs that...
Masks

Masks

Each mask hides another, Veil on tearstained veil. Each tattered page of my heart, Inked and stamped and sealed In the shadows of my mind.   I wrote myself a fantasy, Bound my heart in steel. The bleeding aches I turned to scars, My dreams to sweat and tears. I formed...
Stopped. Started.

Stopped. Started.

By Shannon Caeley   Broken towers, ripped apart. Life is full of pain; nothing is right. All has been demolished.   How did it get this way? Tattered and torn, broken to bits. Was life always pain and suffering?   And yet a never-ending wave of what it has been...
Baby Feet

Baby Feet

By Catherine McBride   Baby’s feet are tender, tiny, pink, and sweet; Rosebud toes are curled tight, wrinkles soft and deep.   Baby’s feet are clumsy, and fumble as she tries. Hands and knees and triumph, then disappointed cries.   Baby’s feet are...
Lost Thoughts

Lost Thoughts

Where does a thought go once it’s been forgotten? If I found the hidden world for lost thoughts, would I befriend them? Would I stay? I would like to ask them if they remember choosing the color of the walls, or if they realize that the paint is fading with memory,...
I Am Love

I Am Love

By Anne of Lothlorien   I’m yesterday born; I’m a thousand years aged I’m a song just composed and a hundred times played I’m as loud as thunder and as soft as a whisper I’m your best friend’s face and the smile of your sister I’m the truth plainly told, like a...
Crack in the Clouds

Crack in the Clouds

By Dakota   In a desolation that’s fraught with danger, Here I stand alone, a stranger. In this land not my home, I’m sent as a minister; Yet from the ground to the sky, nature is sinister.   Up in heaven, the clouds are cloaked in gray. Down on earth the...

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