Stories of our lives.
Of our lives, our lives.
Lives.
I am the subject. I say it bravely.
I type it quickly, my heart moves a little faster
I feel it begin to race
As I dare myself
To deny, to believe, to claim
I am the
Subject of my life.
The stories of my life,
stories of my life.
Of my life, My life!
Life.
gkn feb.10/2015.
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ReplyDeleteOn this beautiful cold cold sunny day you called just when I needed you to call. Magic.
I am a bit in awe of how you are risking revealing your inner most being.
It also makes it improbably probably that I might do the same one day:)
I will read your poem again. It is an inspiration. Thank you
This is the first time I have blogged and I feel a bit exposed.
So delighted that we get to travel together on the planet and inspire one another!
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