Saturday, August 16, 2008

she sat quietly watching as her fingers hurried over the keyboard, running from the hurt by pounding out her pain.  the crickets outside her window ushering the end of summer, seemed to accompany the torment inside her.

she had reached out to someone by revealing herself, this was greeted by the slap she knew would come sooner or later, but this time, she would keep on going.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

have you ever considered publishing? N

Anonymous said...

i have but i would not know how...thank you

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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.