Somewhere in my brain, a black and white
picture glitters a vain embalmed past.
Come on, girl! Join the play, merry
you must be, all's a drollery.
Over the rainbow, you'll know, nothing waits!
Come on, girl! Join the play, for the heights!

Gritty playground, running coloured voices.
Aside, she seats wishing that someone calls.
Come on, girl! Others can notice
you, yet, silly!, you hope they will see!
Get off that uniform, stand up, reach out!
Come on, girl! Spin and sing, dance it all-out!

i was a spark.
you turned me into fire
but since you left me
i am ash.

A bird in the nest is
safe
warm
protected
but how will it fly?

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Pulling the drapes,
closing the world off,
grays of morning dust
hidden behind truths
find me this day

knowing my own sorrow tastes of bitter apple
fallen from a stately tree I once stood beneath

on sunny days
breathing in the spring
cooling shade touching
my shoulders…shrugged now,
what’s the use

staring in every direction along smoke stained walls
finding a faded square where your picture once hung

nail holes in this nightmare
lonely as a table for one
offering mis-matched silverware,
a tarnished candlestick,
in cracked glass reachings

you were here once, I still feel your fingerprints
upon the soft walls of my heart…where I pushed you away

dark shadows approach
of my known shape
in singular motions
draining me of hope,
missing what I knew

my ear against the door I listen for your smile
as only silence calls to me from an empty hallway

My soul, it is well. O my soul, faint not.
Trust in Him, my soul.
It is well.
The wind and waves know Who he is.
Mountains bow at his feet.
My soul, it is well.
Faint not, my soul. He doesn’t miss a thing.
He feels your pain. He has not forgotten you.
He knows what’s happening in your heart.
It is well.
Whatever happens, faint not, my soul.
My soul, I don’t know what tomorrow brings.
But He does,
and he says
*“it is well”.