I have scars that can’t be seen Perhaps I met them in a dream If you can’t see them Then they’re not real How I wish this was truth * I have scars they cut me deep They separated muscle from bone And feeling from life They cut ties to my […]
Originally posted on Sacred Touches: In the house of words was a table of colors. They offered themselves in great fountains, and each poet took the color he needed: lemon yellow or sun yellow ocean blue or smoke blue, crimson red, blood red, or wine red. ~Eduardo Galeano There is not one blade of grass,…
I didn”t mean to hurt you… Oh, but you did. In fact, I didn’t know that I did. I wondered about that as I cried through my pain. I heard something but I didn’t think it was my place to reach out to you. I don’t know you. I knew you heard me cry…and […]
The winter ocean Sprays her mist with hungry zeal Much to bird’s delight Blessitude Lorrie 1/16/15 I had cabin fever, once the fever from the flu broke! So I forced myself to walk up to the beach and, of course, I brought my phone in case I saw something I needed to take a […]
There lives inside A space created by pain Cultivated by love Sustained by perseverance There lives inside A will so strong That nothing can stop it Nothing can make it weak There lives inside A voice that has waited to speak To let me know the things I’ve been craving my whole life And I […]