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.....
21 July 2012
Iron fist
I have an iron fist.
Grasping and holding on,
covering and drowning.
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