Surviving

Stinkfoot
Stinkfoot Posts: 546
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The way back home. The kids are free to roam.
I pray alone. Because I've grown now.
The tide is turning. This dream is burning me.
Forever silent.
You vibrantly delighted me.

De-stressed and gifted. Constructs a stilted pose.
The bones are shifted.
It always was and always grows.
"I get into a state of consciousness that I can't explain. It is about feeling and not thinking. I get positive chills and insight into things that I can't get to any other way. It is Healing of the Soul." - Mike McCready

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