Friday, August 16, 2019

the hurt gathers

the hurt gathers.
it sits in corners.
waits in stairwells.
poised to strike
the already stricken,
with vulnerabilities
far and deeply hidden.
so gather the leaves
fallen and sere
who they were
but not who they are
here.





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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.