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Epilogue The clock does not know it will continue ticking but we will be gone; the garden will remain in velvety verdance and someone else will tend the plants and trim their wild ambitions; the birds will arrive at dawn waiting for the whistling woman […]
Trust It is hard to trust when fear leaves your mouth bone dry and your tongue lies locked, words departed and only the whispered prayers of childhood run through your mind rote learnt and repeated like mantras of familiarity Out of nowhere I stumble on […]
We
We who were born
to shift the fog
and clear away
old concepts
are finding each other
We the misfits
the lonely, the sad
the ones who ached
to find their belonging
are connectingWe the quiet observers
who desire something
beyond ourselves,
who want meaning
are stumbling across
each other and finding
solid groundWe the storytellers
are finding our voices
the chorus is rising
and the music is good.
© Tanya Southey
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Love When my bones are bleached and brittle from carrying my stories I hope to say I have loved When my skin has sagged, etched with experience and rivulets of tears, both sadness and laughter, have eroded my face I hope to say I have […]
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