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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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings