breakthrough
odd exercise, this
grieving
what i never had,
cleaving to a dream
that did not exist.
strange magic, this
believing
in letting go,
leaving the past
so i can fly.
true bliss, this
heaving
a huge sigh,
weaving my future
for me this time.
painting: wyeth's "shed lantern"
~~Nordette
the stillness after the sob.
Beautiful.
thank you.
Yours
Ulysses