
Cold concrete chills me
to the broken bone
of my being
Calm light cannot console
as in the shadows I sit;
a sombre soul
[A heart not heard]
Given in gentle grace
to those who call upon
my care and comfort
Yet no contentment
comes my own weary way;
left to wander in confusion
[A spirit not satiated]
So in supplication I bow
my burdened brow
and breathe sorrow
Pray bless me with
strength of spirit
to search my place
[A path of peace]
For my road remains
a mystery,
rendering misery upon me
And my soul mate
a mirage of mere yearning,
leaving me longing
As still I remain...
...a woman alone

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brilliant sis, your muse is already feeling rested from the holiday I think and just firing off all guns in this write 







100 old applause
