Sun Clouds

A Moment of Peace 

The Wounded Healer

I woke with old wounds
fresh, like the sharp scent
of newly cut flowers

These scars carried for life times
I finally embrace and hold you
with compassion, and forgiveness

I hold your weight
a lump in my throat
an ache in my chest
needs unmet
voices unheard
fiery temper:

the child hiding in fear

I cradle the stinging edges
of my backside
I take in the sheer blunt force of your words

I am the wounded healer
I choose to breathe in peace
to allow the golden light of spirit and source
comfort the torn edges inside
with love and understanding

I take in the brilliance
allow my roots to flow into the center of the universe
where I am safe and perfect

I am the wounded healer



Spring Memories 

Memories and Rain

nothing left
but our memories…
afternoon rain


Yellows and Blues

a wandering butterfly
so early in spring
I meander along
the edges of my mind
and the memories of me and you



of a lost childhood
I dive into the unknown


Taking flight

memories of summer
dancing through sunbeams
carried away quietly…
fallen, we rest together
in only whispers of breeze



blossoms sway
those faraway memories
too painful to hold

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