In a vacuum she seeks her heart.. Frozen with fear.. She finds No tomorrow.. She tastes.. She sees.. She feels Yet knows.. She is but an illusion.. She is a ray of light That reflects.. Emptiness.. Her capacity to trust. Grinds with torturous silent screams. All is halted.. Life stops.. People grow weary.. Deep dark memories.. Take bites of her soul.. From deep within.. A place she does not know.. She is but a reflection of a human.. Once she Could love.. Be loved.. Now distant in the wake of the roads of fate she has traveled.. Miles and miles.. She has walked.. This road of life.. To find.. She has to stop.. Barricaded .. Dead end The dead-end of her mind.. A memory She does not really know. Does not quite remember.. But there.. In the deepest places.. within her.. Desperately wanting out.. Wanting the pain to scream forth But her mind holds the secrets.. That her soul craves.. Yet fights and fears To finally be freed Simple peace with herself.. Has become her dream.
soaked in Erica, peace is a hard earned icon. throw away the rule book, make your own rules according to you and your life dilemma and peace will come to you on your own terms. Don't pay me any attention Erica, just had to say this. love G
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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an excellent write
William
Best regards,
Leland
with herself..
Has become
her dream.
Profound and powerful write.