Even my muse cried when you left, your leaving left her bereft of inspiration; no more elation in the heart of her movement. She tried, oh, how she tried to beguile you, to amuse and to rile you into playful banter, a gesture of love and of friendship... You wanted no part of anyone truly knowing you, you want love so passionately and desperately, yet you reject it at every turn. So much to learn, a heart that has been trampled and cheated; broken and defeated upon the journey back home. Perhaps there will come a day when you realize you are not alone, you walk this world where there are many just like you; those who are so afraid to live that they just lay down and die... I keep wondering, why? There is peace to be found within each of us, though it does not come easy - most times exacting a price; a promise to be nice, to live in the light, to understand wrong and to know what is right. To share of the soul with others who have learned how to dream, And though it seems a silhouette of shadow and of scorn, look around and you will find a new day has been born; one of joy and of life, of Love and of strife no more Put your hand on the handle... and just open your door.
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
wonderful poetry ...
This was inspiring.
Sandie Angel :o)
from a heart that cares :)