A poem
In the predawn lightthe birds take flight,taking with themthe silence of the night…
North south east and west,Any direction I turn,
There was a time, in my teen and late adolescent years, that I felt words were useless to describe the vastness of some of…
We are the no onesfrom the land of lost,Who hold the sand slipping through at invisible costs.
One thought follows another…..
Follows another…..
She turns her back on what gets too much. Fixing her gaze on some distant point of refuge leaves less space for pain. But she can still feel the staring eyes, and she does not forget.