Crying out blindly Hoping someone will see you drowning… “Stepped out of line”, I heard one say, “I never would have asked that way” frowning… Fingers pointing, judgement calls Job’s good friends repeating “Must have been Something you’ve done” echoed in their greeting
Tag: poetry
First Love Returns
It’s been too long… since I held you, caressed you and listened as you sang to me. Your body pressed firm against mine. Vibration becomes melody becomes release. You have been my love for a very long time. My best friend, my therapist, the fullness of expression of my deepest depths. I walked away, left…
Stirrings From Inside 