something ...
....makes this honking, haunting sound in the marshland,
a doe, a deer ... please not my aching heart.
...stirs within me, a phantom pain,
far beneath a wound,
already healed ... this cannot be me.
... goes beyond knowing, must continue, forever bleeds,
yet remains intact ... is all I have to give.
Joy
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Fee
Love the depth and continuity of this.
And, the drawing too!
Love, Suzie :-D