Perched on the edge of
grief or relief,
I don't so much jump
but am pushed by the momentum of events.
Once in open air,
I hover--
not knowing if I will fly
or simply plummet.
Catching up...
I've been incommunicado here, letting my non-verbal side do the talking for a little while. I took up the 31-day Inktober challenge this...
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Awareness in itself is healing. ~Fritz Pearls
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The percussion of automatic gunfire rings loud a year later rippling like a stone thrown in still waters as a surviving child drops cau...
2 comments:
simple yet deep
Thanks Owen. :)
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