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When you think
       Your tears are dried
            One more falls down
                   Followed by many more
If you don't want
stress to stress you
the best medicine
prescribed
by the best doctor
on this planet
is laughter!

dosage is very simple
many times per day.

unstress the stress to **** stress!
stress is unwanted.
 Jun 2019 sheila sharpe
putiira
Feel me like a soft touch
Let me be
The one in your
moments of weakness
Thinking
feeling your magic
Your presence

Think and you
take over my soul
My breath, from me
Just think and perfume my soul
even if you're not here
The softness of your voice
Turning your words
into warm caresses on my skin
For us to learn
We must let go of our need to be right
For us to let go of our busyness
We must learn to become still
For us to learn our truth
We must surrender our control
For us to heal
We must admit we are sick
For us to live fully
We must accept that we will die
I wrote this during the grief of our 9 year old son's death. It's from my book COURAGE.  Grief has taught me so much about life.  Grief revealed a truth that I did not see until I faced death.
 Jun 2019 sheila sharpe
elaine
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
h      
          e
                     l
                             p
       m
                 e

h
          e
                    l
                          ­     p
          m
                     e

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
Finders are keepers and I found you,
Broken and disheartened  
The brightest star in the sky,
I plucked you gently and kept you between the pages of my heart,
You are mine.
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