Monday, June 18, 2007

she found herself inside a hole

it was so dark, so very cold 

surrounded by voices

people talking

her isolation, sealed with caulking

she tried to clutch onto the sides

pull herself up

but she started to slide

and the next morning

when she awoke

her heart was parched

she started to choke

she was no longer within that abyss

but it brushed past her cheek

with an ominous kiss

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greetings! 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.