Partnered once with compassion, believed in the power of human touch, dedicated myself to caring, certain I’d found my body of work time and circumstance
Flawed
Why do I try to please those whose motivation is only self-serving, material gain more important than intrinsic rewards? How is that I’ve tied myself
Missing
Have you seen her – the child we lost, the one who lost herself? born to a sister breasts not yet ripe for motherhood’s call
Could It Be?
Walking away is the only solution I’ve ever excelled at, and yet absence does not obliterate that which dwells within – I can pretend that
Dear Legs
May have been remiss in expressing appreciation how you carried me all these years – stride confident, pace swift, head turning grace – we wobble
No Words
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
I have no words that will change your plight. I cannot undo the past nor change the course…
