A Way To Me
The old loneliness creeps in
that feeling of not belonging
It settles, a windowless room in my heart
a rocking chair and cobwebs
In a recurring dream
a secret room in the house where I grew up
In waking life, a closet
A way to out
A way to me.
chills, Maria.
i wanted so much to meet you at the open house and am sorry I couldn’t make it.
I count you among blessings.
Thanks Jo.WE may get to meet yet.
This image leaves me speechless ~
I love this! The cord, the floating, and the poem. I do hate that old not belonging feeling. I just tell it to bug off.
It surprised me this time, Nicole and I saw it, for the first time, as something old not something that is still a part of who I am.