Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Drifting By #IndieLoveAPC



In the presence of others
yet separated from them, alone…
distant. 


The hurt filling the inside
building the wall even higher…
guarded. 


Sitting on a vacant log as a child
watching the clouds drifting by…
crying. 


Revisiting the vacant log as a woman
watching life drifting by…
hiding. 


Being a dreamer both then and now
even when dreams and the heart…
break. 


In the presence of others
yet separated from them, alone…
distant.







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