Angel of hope and calendars, do you know despair?
That hole I crawl into with a box of Kleenex.... – Anne Sexton
That hole I crawl into with a box of Kleenex.... – Anne Sexton
Ok, so I'm one of those now. One of those people who has a million blogs. But...I have to get it out somewhere. This.
I almost called this blog, "The Dark Side" but that was a little, too, well....dark.
So, this is it. The raw. The stuff I have to get out while I'm in the midst.
Descending daily, death desirous
Flickering forever, faith flames
honoring hourly, hope hovers
lying limitless, love lost
melting moments, magic missed
awaiting always, ardor assumed
reckoning ritually, rebirth resumes
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