This a heartfelt poem from my dear, sincere sister Becks. Her website is http://www.expiatingmysoul.com. Life sometimes feels like it breaks you But my best friend,…
Continue reading → It is your wing I want to nestle under forever, and be revived
@congerdesigns on pixabay.com The poem below was written some months back - actually it was spoken as a voice recording. Sometimes things come when I…
The bells are ringing violet again On sheltered woodland carpets and pathways in Spring. Their buds falling open like soft waves of hair, released from…
Sweet Meadows I love; Green, wispy, long-haired carpets dotted with yellow, pink and white: design of God. Bird chorus in bush and tree - a…
Mothers are meant to love you, not give Oven-gloved emotional bunches That are "for you're own good," but make your Heart battered, shattered into pieces,…
What if we all took up telling the truth as a hobby? What if, whether awkward and red faced or free, unabashed,we spoke in unadorned…
Continue reading → Reblogged post by Mary: Truth – as a hobby
This bird can't fly... Yet. This bird is caught in chains, that started, when placed on her as a chick. She didn't know how many…
Oh, how I long for heaven in a place called earth Where every son and daughter would know their worth Where all the streets resound…
Ask me a few years back, What anger? I'd say. Good girls aren't angry and I'm a good girl. Angry? Me? No that's not allowed,…
When the blue sky doesn't appear for days on end, you feel blue. The gloom can suck your spirit or close in on you. You…
