The cursor blinks. The rose blooms sway their heavy heads. The spot light is over me. The eye of the storm approaching. Do I shrink away, play small, hide my light, soften my voice? Or do I step up, step out and speak out? The crows, in their black, circle and jostle high in theContinue reading “Visibility”
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In these arms.
In these arms, I have fallen asleep more times than I can count I have swooned and fallen in love, I have nestled, snuggled, sighed; In these arms I have brought life into the world, I have writhed with the pain and despaired in the agony, While you fanned me and offered me egg sandwiches;Continue reading “In these arms.”
