the dreams I used to have are now just pictures on the wall's of purgatory reminders of what I don't have..... I'm stuck somewhere I've never been waiting for the storm that always comes before the calm
would fill a palace of purgatories, what I have, I treasure and count breaths as blessings too. Pain, I live with it, physical and emotional. Loneliness - I have family for that. And Postpoem poets to rant at and share with. If gone, like Dove, I have a flower garden. - It's a life and life is good. ~slc~
What I Don't Have
would fill a palace of purgatories, what I have, I treasure and count breaths as blessings too. Pain, I live with it, physical and emotional. Loneliness - I have family for that. And Postpoem poets to rant at and share with. If gone, like Dove, I have a flower garden. - It's a life and life is good. ~slc~