Writings

standing here
bare
with a wound
across
my heart
reaching out
palms face up
towards the sun
soul turned
towards the sky
looking gently
into my eyes
seeing what is
knowing....
what has been
speaking truth
along the way
one foot
in front
of the other
........slowly
moving towards
me
a beautiful smile
on her face
a glisten
in her eyes
a knowing
in her heart
for she carries
a scar
that looks
remarkably
like my own



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