Walking alongside, wanting to let go, but deathly afraid to,
because I’ve been hurt to the very core of my being.
Knowing it’s because of her abuse as a child.
Absorbing her hate, anger, sadness, grief, I let it hurt me, in
hopes that it is slowly draining her pain away.
Inflicting it on me will hopefully reduce her own pain.
Meanwhile, I’m in the deepest pits of hell, crying, knowing I may
be helping a little child hidden within her.
in poems of life and events I’m experiencing and livingthrough.
A lifetime of wonderful experiences set deeply in memory’s mindful tranquility.
which is causing concern because I want to get out of the hospital and on my way to rehab and home.
Love, if it is to be spent, must be held close to you, as you travel past highways alone.
life’s pathways.Recognizing facts as I travel, life is so non-committal andintolerant of innate talent.Being subversive at times in different levels of spiritualintensity.
walking through a myriad of tangled pathways, crossingand recrossing grids of expectation.as a heaven looms closer on a sunsetical beautiful horizon.
