poetry as a journey of growth and healing.....listening to hearts speak and speaking to hearts that listen.....awakening the sacred presence dormant in each voice.....where voices move in a circle to no beginning and to no end......it's the circle of voices come alive.....
14 April 2012
Naked
Pale skin,
cold veins of blood.
Grey flesh,
unfamiliar and strange.
Looks old,
yet so young.
Frozen face,
hateful black eyes.
Overwhelming discomfort,
immediatly turn my head.
Hard to breath,
thick air of shame.
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