All the years of reaching down
To sweep the sandy ground
Pushing away so much rubbish
Carefully picking left-over pieces
Sifting through busted fragments
Like segments of my
shattered life
Among the ragged flotsam
The cuts inflicted
Ignored to find treasures
The Searing pain of deep
Scratches
Are only hurting now
Slashed to the bones
bleeding
Fragmented, but not crushed
I sift through the sand, again
Gently, without rush
Love these words
ReplyDelete" fragmented, but not crushes
I sift through the sand, again
Gently, without rush"
Bravo m'dear
xo xo
Thank you very much angel, always xxx
DeleteLorraine! Your words are amazing! You can feel the pain and hope!
ReplyDeleteHugs xoxoxo
My dear little Stacy, don't we all such pain in the world...we do what we can and from now on I post my photos here on alternate days because Google will be outraged again, they should know by now everytime they steal my photos i delete Picasa3 and upload it again and they go and take them from everywhere they are, hey I have all day....love xoxoxo
Deleteyou definitely have a way of expressing how you feel - it's very touching!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Sandy, it means a lot to me, thank you x
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