Glimpses of, What might have been, Nightmares of what has been. Days spent in restless anticipation of fear, nausea, hope or despair. —— Hating my own hair and teeth, revolted by the marks on my flesh, loved by someone who stands by me Day on day, hour on hour. —— No criticisms or judgements, no… Continue reading P T S D
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Christmas, what’s the point?
The lonely are lonelier, the poor – even poorer, the weak are slowly weaker, the spoiled are so spoiled. And there is a place where you are either outside or in. And no- one asks you to enter. —– The sad are even sadder, the glad somewhat gladder, the fearful – more fearing. The workers… Continue reading Christmas, what’s the point?
Love
Those eyes, I look and see myself as he does, He stares back with leisurely love, It never wavers, Each tiny cell speaking peace, Each lash and brow saying, “Hush.” Challenged I watch those eyes that watched the children play, and Blessed them, turned to the blind and dumb, and healed them, looked into the… Continue reading Love