content or tone or both,
slams me so vehemently.
I am at fault.
I drop the trail of my heart all day.
No one cares to repair me.
Depression, Failure, Fear, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Resistance
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#1 by y on February 9, 2011 - 10:07 pm
oh, i love the line, “I drop the trail of my heart all day.” how lovely!
#2 by Carl on February 9, 2011 - 10:32 pm
Thank you so much! Thank you for commenting.
#3 by y on February 9, 2011 - 10:51 pm
by nightfall, the
trail of my
heart is moon-
glazed and leads
nowhere – follow
at your discretion,
it has been known
to build cadences
out of the
#4 by Carl on February 9, 2011 - 11:05 pm
That is truly amazing! I love your work!
#5 by y on February 9, 2011 - 11:07 pm
you are too generous – thank YOU for the inspiration! (smile)
#6 by Marian on February 10, 2011 - 8:49 am
whoa, your poem and this lovely exchange here have stopped me in my tracks.
#7 by Carl on February 10, 2011 - 8:06 pm
Those are important words from you, Marian. Thank you for your kindness!
#8 by Evelyn on February 10, 2011 - 7:38 pm
#9 by Carl on February 10, 2011 - 9:16 pm
You’re amazing. Your kindness is repairing too!
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