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What I Feel May 2017
Easier to wound
than to accept that you are
hurting deep within.
People have different ways of shielding themselves.
What I Feel May 2017
Let the whole world stare;
They do not know who you are.
You are beautiful.
Beauty is subjective.
What I Feel May 2017
Inhale, take a breath.
Feel the world around you buzz.
This is who you are.
My first haiku!
What I Feel May 2017
Many Jack does come-a here
in bat-light hours stumble far.
How you wander here then, Jack?
Not follow misty guiding star?

Jack all alone in darkling woods.
Why Jack elf so alone?
No Jill elf keep-a company?
Be Jack elf never Jill elf known?

Why Jack be looking sad, Jack elf?
Jack know not way to go?
What be you in your hand, Jack elf?
Why dew from eyelets flow?

Jack come with me, me know what way.
Me play-a Jack a song!
Me keep-a Jack in heart and mind!
With me Jack elf belong!
A fairy finds a man walking alone deep in the woods at night.
What I Feel May 2017
Many Jack does come-a here
in bat-light hours stumble far.
How you wander here then, Jack?
Not follow misty guiding star?

Jack all alone in darkling woods.
Why Jack elf so alone?
No Jill elf keep-a company?
Be Jack elf never Jill elf known?

Why Jack be looking sad, Jack elf?
Jack know not way to go?
What be you in your hand, Jack elf?
Why dew from eyelets flow?

Jack come with me, me know what way.
Me play-a Jack a song!
Me keep-a Jack in heart and mind!
With me Jack elf belong!
A fairy finds a man walking alone deep in the woods at night.
What I Feel May 2017
The world is dark, but I cannot sleep yet.
So many thoughts that stop me dreaming.
What dangers lurk in dark corners?
How can I close my eyes when
my fears tape them open?
So I will lie here,
trapped in silence,
until my
eyes fall
shut.
What I Feel May 2017
I looked at him softly, placed my hands on his face,
and just for a moment, saw myself in his place.

I am the power and grace and the beauty you see,
The strength to serve you, yet the will to be free.
I am the gentleness, soft snorts and deep eyes of brown,
But the passion and prowess and pawing the ground.

I am the race and the fight and the wanting to win,
The muscle and sweat drops and glistening skin.
I am the step and the kick and the gleam and the pride,
But a bond and a boot and a stick in my stride.


I reached out to him, to bring him back home,
But he fought and he fled, so I turned tail, alone.
Part of the series 'The Animal In Me'.
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