I scatter my words over paper hoping
some sort of meaning may be found
in the painted portraits of paragraphs
My words are My sanctuary
the unforgotten memories, actions and words
that I remember from the thousand yesterdays
does the constant withering of the heart wear upon
your ears like fingernails across slate
if so forgive me for I am who I am
I just push the keys and My words take flight
I undress my soul without shame
all My fears, doubts, pain, sorrow and most of all
My regrets
the words I send are orphans searching the
darkness for the light of hope
where the tears I've cried won’t matter anymore
the demons of my past will haunt me nevermore
where the moonlight dances still
and You will forgive
~ D Donner ~
"...The words I send are orphans..."
and so say all of us! Phenomenal images - Stella -