how could i forget…


 Wild Woman is stirring… we need to give her a hand

She’s lived in the darkness

confined to a cell

no room for moving

it’s been a living hell

Her limbs have  become twisted

her muscles atrophied

her eyes glazed over

the pain unbearable

She’d forgotten what happened

no memories forthcoming

this life in a cage

is all she remembered

But then one day

a fresh breeze blows in from the sea

she can smell the air

the sweet salty tang

memories stir

visions she sees

Can it be?

Can it be?

before she falls back to sleep

And then another

slips thru the cracks

of her cold, grey cell

no windows to see

But air has a way

of slipping thru… tiny spaces

memories again

she’s awoken from her slumber.


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I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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