a poem about healing — a reminder(her) – November 10 each day, i am reminded that we are really so much more than this dis-ease. we are. we really, really, really, are.... so much more than this disease. whatever, whichever, this or that disease may be. and so... even if we are not in recovery…

by ariana sexton-hughes — sometimes ……….some times……. i………….. ……………i………….. ……………i………….. hide………………….. not from the world no……………………. i hide from myself ……………….from the me that i am…. and………… the me that i want……. to be……… ………………it’s hard….. so very very very hard when……… i go into hiding from the me that i am and………the me that i want to be…………. “why?” one might wonder why must i hide? “why?” if i have chosen to strengthen my…

a poem by ariana sexton-hughes — when i write…. ….perhaps, to heal…. i love…. the texture, the touch, the sensation, that…. “feel” the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys… ….the real deal is what i need. yes, that energy the intensity that amazing… ………….propensity ………….to measure……………..so tactile ………………that tickle of pressure …..of pleasure yes…. ………..this ………..pleasure i treasure……………