Your head
held
against
my heart.
My heart
once
your heart
now just ash
encased
in stone,
much like
my soul...
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Words can be loving and healing if we choose. They have power and are sacred. They must be honored.
This poem is vivid--the photo makes it even moreso!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott. I tried to comment on your "metacommunication" piece, but it wouldn't let me. Also, tried to "follow" you, but again, couldn't find the link on your page. :/
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about that, Susan! I assume you mean a "subscribe to this blog" link--I don't have one. And as for comments, I'll take a look at my format, and see what may be the problem! I still have alot to learn about formatting my blog!
ReplyDeleteNo problem. I'll try to leave a comment again in a day or so.
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