Ive never shared, I feel raw & that feels weird. If somethings cut, broken or torn off of the very thing giving it life, you know longer see growth what you see is the progression of its death. Beautiful cut flowers wilt & lose petals and thats the process. However, Ive found one thing (from my life) of a different demise. My heart. It may be broken, torn into pieces or feel like its been cut out of my chest, yet lifes blood continues through it. The salt waterfall falls, into a weeping willow inside, theres no shade to keep cool, closet floor covered with empty hangers, no sleeves to fill, the empty pillow recycles to the waterfall. No band aides work when the wounds dont heal and alone is never the same as loneliness. This is some of me. If you made it here wow, thanks for reading. Im just a writer that found this page instead of a piece of paper. Im not looking for a cure, the only cure for raw is cook.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 03:52:48 +0000
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