A reflection of myself―
giving back my thoughts, my dreams.
An image I could not see.
You took my hand
and looked with me.
Explaining, defining, making real
all that was hidden
beyond my sight.
I looked anew and saw
that which you said existed,
what was us, what was you.
Nothing of me was left.
I believed.
And then a thousand wounds
inflicted by your hands,
filled the outline of my soul.
Fractured truth,
tears reflected again and again,
image without end.
Fear of losing
what had never been,
now shattered, gone.
I slowly turned away,
left the broken dream
and looked instead within.
Found something of my own,
quietly taking possession.
At peace, with me.
Two sides of you? From all aspects, you seem to be very healthy and happy with your life. So, you are either a very good author who can see into the other side from experiencing others' pain, or you really have experienced both sides of life.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Now just turn around walk away
Do not look back...
TRASK....