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I see her digging feverishly-
digging holes in search of things to keep.
She digs even though her palms are calloused and raw.
The yellow sunlight has moved to the moonlight’s glow.
I can only see her futile struggle;
in search of the things that’s already resting in her cupboard.

Sometimes people are constantly searching for happiness, love or etc. But as they're so focused on searching they miss it when it's right in front of their face.

Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott

Abyss

Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott

Cynthia Jean

Abyss

I see a life form
it has four parts

there was a time
we tried to bridge
the gap

the direction
we came from
the paths
we traveled

were not the same.

We tried
to walk
in each other's
footprints

impossible

The footprints quickly
were filled
with water...

Tears

have washed them

away..

The Sea

has swallowed them up.

cj 2016

Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott

Someday

Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott

Chris G Vaillancourt

Someday

Someday we'll be just like a garden,
growing together in our souls.
Sharing the flowering dreams,
blending the new with the old.
Tasting the bitter-sweet flowers,
which grab, but have no hold.

Sunday's peace will stay the same
throughout the multi-varied week.
Living to feel and love together.
Accepting that strong may be weak.
Finding that the newborn flowers
join our hearts as we begin to meet.

Someday we'll have peace
when all borders are erased.
Remembering that love is forever
Flowing in from almost every place
Someday we'll be as a garden
growing together as we race.

Yesterday's pain all forgotten.
Tomorrow's peace growing free.
Someday we'll flow as a river
meeting together at the sea.
Growing into the garden
where tomorrow's world will be.