Friday, November 23, 2012

thank you

she looked at the world
through a globe of glass,
unable to touch or be touched
it did not pass
and in this moment of isolation and
total alone,
she dwelled in the silence
for which she could never
atone.
days passed rote performance,
one step at a time.
her real self, so dormant,
in the back of her mind.
each day just a repeat,
a clone of before.
wake up, get dressed
move it,
get out of the door,
she waited and waited,
to either fade or revive,
and then she met him..
and at last,
was alive

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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.