Welcome to the weird and wonderful, confusing, sad, empty, full, blizzard of ______.
When stained memories encompass the soul
gargoyles fall and the disease stands tall erect like a fence keeping the living out walk through the wall the dead stem isn't real just a hallucination of the unconscious desire to attach to the suffering of what seems real time to heal
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Martha
5/27/2015 04:01:06
...and "get back to the garden" in the words of Joni Mitchell. Keep writing Giselle, writing is a path to healing! I love the sudden sweet short rhyme in the end of this poem. Well done!
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