Missing Myself

“I’m so sorry I haven’t written sooner but I’ve been far away and got lost a bit in my travels.”

Sisterhood

Blood is not always what binds or makes a family, it is love and compassion that fills the branches and leaves of your tree

Burnt Rope

Hands from your abyss sharpened its blade

Cut its last thread clinging to the edge

Broken Heart

The heart knew it was no longer needed so it stopped beating to free the soul from its suffering. The hearts greatest act of love…….

Faded Petals of an Oak

Many rings in his limbs twisted with time gently hold

Collected faded and fallen petals of his rose

Butterfly Bouquets

Catching the tears that fall from a storm

When her basin is full and begins to overflow

From sadness a garden of flowers she makes grow

Perpetual Tides

Collecting broken pieces when the water ebbs to its lowest point so you can admire and see the value of them when the tide is high

Flawless Hands

The two have formed one not knowing how to live without the other