Yet I speak in longing of love's rebirth, reminding others of death, I find peculiar...I am so obviously alone, If I call to you,then death is
condoned, and you shall remain buried here inside me, beneath a heart of stone, you will be crushed...and I will know again the screaming silence
That which I alone can hear,.as I sense
The scraping scratching fingers digging their way out of here...
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Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2007
Let those fingers keep trying to dog out! Love is found in the most unobvious places and situations. I met someone at a yard sale and let my fingers scratch all the way to the top. I thank you once again for the clarity of your work and deep heartfelt emotion you use on the end of your pen.
Best regards,
Chris
We all share the need to feel love, and sense the spirit of its existence in a world often broken by screams. Hold on, cause it seems Love will eventually reign supreme.
Intense and aching feelings introduced as feelings of love are kept locked inside...yes they can be crushed but not sure if ever completly killed...sharp write.
Join me as we travel together on the road called "Aging." I will be sharing my personal experiences with you and offer ideas on how we can better navigate the complex byways of our older years. Grief, healing, generations, ancestors, and more.
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
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Chris
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