Peace runs from me It hides in it's own secret places Denies me access to its light I seek it in the rain In the storms I wade through daily The fog envelopes me Leaves me no sight Shuns the light that comes from it Peace escapes in the night The darkness takes it within its self Peace for my soul is unreachable It flies higher than my feet will leap I thirst for its filling I hunger for its lightness But it eludes me Ever, ever, always denying I silently call for it And wait... Wait for it's completeness
Naduah, you are a strong woman with a wonderful soul. I feel this in your writing. You know the answers. Use the strength within you. You can find peace,
a friend,
MeloD
www.DomesticViolenceSeries.com
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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a friend,
MeloD
www.DomesticViolenceSeries.com