That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
Love these photos…there is just something so special about water in our hearts and our souls…I agree ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
There is! Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLike
Awww, summertime fun!
LikeLike
What a contrast between the first two photos and the third!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Colours of summer. Thanks Liz
LikeLiked by 1 person
And I love ’em all!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love the photos. They capture the summer light so well…and the words describe the feeling so well!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Heather. I love summer.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me too! You’re welcome.
LikeLike
Yes, they do!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Lovely captures and words…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLike