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“Don’t look away, darling.
My brokenness is reflected in your eyes.”
Can you feel it too? How we share a similar haunted past? What it means to feel like there’s nothing left of you but a husk — a memory in a living body? Who we were then, and what we’ve become now? When we felt whole and happy, and the moment it all changed — when the world turned into the dark place we know so well today?
So please, darling. Don’t look away. We feel alone, but at the same time, we are in this together. You don’t have to feel so lost. Because I’m here.
I’m always here. In the dark. With you.
© Sarah Doughty
In the dark with you.
Don’t Miss This Beautiful and stirring poem by Mich!!!
(Photo courtesy of Pat, my second daughter)
If my dreams have powers,
I would dream of a majestic house;
a house with a luxurious living room…
a grandiose staircase…
a magnificent dining area…
an elegant chandelier….
a towering balcony….
But my dreams don’t have powers,
So, i didn’t get a majestic house;
but a wonderful home,
With joyful kids welcoming in our living room….
with cheerful girls running back and forth our stairs…
with visitors admiringly looking at our chandelier…
With friends enjoying the afternoon view in our balcony…
If my dreams have powers,
I would dream of a perfect world;
where true friends are by your side in moments of sadness…
where neighbors are stronger and wiser….
where love is an act of surrendering to another person…
But my dreams don’t have powers,
So I have friends who are by my side in happy times,
because their joy is…
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then it came to me ~ while sitting on a park bench ~ wishing you were there — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
wind brushed golden sands
summer paints high noon murals
artistic treasures
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© 2018 Franci Eugenia Hoffman
About Franci Eugenia Hoffman
I have held various positions in the insurance industry for over 20 years. I have been rewarded both professionally and personally due to results from taking responsibility and hard work. My fulfillment comes from the promotion of others.
I began writing for my own entertainment in 2015. My two blogs-BrewNSpew and ThusNSuch.
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Good seasons start with good beginnings – Sparky Anderson
Harm not the land we walk upon,
the water that glitters in its rushy bed,
the air that shimmers in the heat of noon,
for we are only visitors on this blue sphere,
our little lives rounded by dreaming sleeps.
By Ali Grimshaw
They call me adult.
I have learned to apologize, drive a car
mastered spell check to avoid embarrassment.
Yet my days of fevered creation
and re-imagining myself, remain inadequate.
Knowing I know less with each ring of curiosity around my trunk.
Like paint peeling off an old house I am more than one color.
I live as a revolving door to exit and enter,
each time with a different view.
Growing up I believed adults lived in sureness.
Shocked disappointment crashed down
when the truth broke through
with no answers in its hands for me.
Why didn’t mom tell me?
brace against the storms ~ against oceans and the wind ~ find the calm within — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Somewhere inside
There is hidden
The dark of you
Another side of you
Another voice
Filled with
The power of darkness
Embrace it
Let it guide your pen
As it forms
The words you need
Don’t be alarmed
Just let the words go
They may be your worst
But they could be your best
But you’ll never know
Until you let them flow
~The Tennessee Poet~
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