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Gathering myself 

Gathering myself in again Protecting selfishly What sanity remains Fighting off years of pain With another punch In the air Still with no place to land No purchase in wounds Just a gaping hole Aching for it to be filled And to discover a ground Worth standing on...

She Reached

She reached out in the stillest calm Disrupting the mangata From the boat she lay A road to nowhere This path Between sky and sea Yet she seeks each night Relentlessly       (Photo by SnoopelGoupen found on Flickr)    ...

if…

If there were stars to comfort me I would learn to fly and be found In their arms If there was a sea To subdue the pain and anxiety I would swim deeply If there was a heart I could mend To as forget my own I would take up a needle and thread Both day and night And if...

The Pier

The boards were rough. Unfinished planks, gouged out in some places, worn from sea water and wind. The pier rose out over 100 feet into the Gulf of Mexico and was lined with pelicans in hopes of meeting a lazy fisherman not watching his pail of freshly caught prey. We...

She Feels

Her heart quickens when it hears your voice. The stirring it creates baffles her. How your voice reverberates throughout her entire body; A jump, a start and a pulse that beats faster. Her knees weaken and her muscles quiver remembering the way you touched her. The...