Sunday, April 11, 2010

foreign legion

There is a legion of hurt that assails us
When we search for it, it never fails us
Resentments not too far out of reach
Bleeding us dry, like a leech
Cannot walk forward
On ankles bent
The chain of ugly
Will not relent
We must shelve
That part of us
That which lingers
In its festering pus

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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.