Thursday, July 16, 2009

Lost

searching, struggling, grasping, flailing
i am no longer sure who i am
different hats that i wear but which one showcases what is truly there
counselor, mother, sister, friend
but where does the woman underneath find her voice
where do i begin to find the stride that was once mine
how do i find it, where did it go, who can give me directions so that i can shine once again

Purging

Relentless whispering spirit blows strangely after me. Wandering like a plum moon--deep summer sky He comes as gold breath...shadowy storm...