Monday, March 11, 2013

...to winged thoughts and a broken heart


though only rage can set my voice free
only forgiveness can give it wings
that it may rise unfettered and unashamed
part of me, yet distinct and alive
to possibilities beyond this mortal flesh

a kiss in the forehead and a long lost hug

go with the blessing of a broken heart
go with the hope of a smoldering wick
go with the love of a bruised reed....

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