This brims with emotion, and oh shared confidences are scary as you write, but they do at least let us know who is a true friend, who is for true.
Many Blessings,
Christine
There were years Deborah I could not shed tears
For those very same issues called trust
I had such a wall built to protect my soul
Tears were something I only shed for others
happiness and beauty I saw, but never for my
own suffering. It took years to allow anyone
into my world. Actually only in the past
seven I suppose you could say do I let very few
in. I agree with Jane, trust must be earned.
Beautifully put Deborah and something many have
tried to overcome in their own life. We just
have to realize it is our bodies way of soothing
our soul and it is also our power of empathy
towards others because we understand their pain
or happiness.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Many Blessings,
Christine
Tears when others cannot see is a sign of a sensitive soul.
Ron
challenged *Deborah*
sage of your poem
Lady Vivian
For those very same issues called trust
I had such a wall built to protect my soul
Tears were something I only shed for others
happiness and beauty I saw, but never for my
own suffering. It took years to allow anyone
into my world. Actually only in the past
seven I suppose you could say do I let very few
in. I agree with Jane, trust must be earned.
Beautifully put Deborah and something many have
tried to overcome in their own life. We just
have to realize it is our bodies way of soothing
our soul and it is also our power of empathy
towards others because we understand their pain
or happiness.
Love and Light
Lily
budd
the opening stanza
"Through my years
I've shed more
Then my share
Of tears..."
*is that meant to read 'Than my share' as opposed to 'Then my share'
Love ya!
Jane