When I pull back the curtains to let in
the sunshine there is always the possibility
that the storm will come with it.
Nevertheless, I can not choose to NOT
expose that me that stands behind the
closed curtains out of fear for the storm
or I will most certainly miss the sunshine.
It is in the storm that my strength is tested
and it is in the sunshine that you bear witness
that I survived.
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ONCE UPON A TIME
OFTEN TIMES I WONDER WHERE TIME GOES WHEN IT FLIES WHAT HAPPENS TO THE STRINGS OF THE HEART WHEN CUT WHOSE TURN IS IT TO BRING BACK TH...
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THE SUN SETTLES AFTER A DAY OF BLISTERING HEAT YOU SLIDE BESIDE ME GENTLY EASING SHOES FROM MY FEET BRUISED FROM A DAY PRANCING ... -
The crack of my ribs could be heard silently fashioning her heart Elevated illusions of child bearing hips and my seed to carry my name ...
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