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Saturday, 5 March 2011

Self

Crystalline, frozen in time
Entombed, enslaved
Barely breathing

Breakfast
Bingeing
Breakfast again
Journalling, listening in - where am I?
There is only us
Proper food, sugar free
Now the thawing can begin

The light, the warmth
Slowly, oh so slowly
Starts to glow and breathe new life
The melting; the glimmer of hope
The gentle beckoning of self
Come hold my hand, she says, it's safe
Safe to be, safe to breathe

A gentle nudge, a subtle remembering
Only a little at first
Joy glistens, faith grows
Opportunities abound
The barriers start to crumble
And tumble and stay that way

I'm here, she whispers,
I've been here all along, waiting for you
Why not sing your song?

2 comments:

  1. So beautiful! I can so relate to this, with Kathleen as the safe haven where there is life and hope. Thanks for posting this!

    Love/ Lisa in Sweden

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