new thoughts swim upstreamshiny salmon leaping upsurprises airborne preposterous hopebursts through thunderous knowing,arcs over reason all at stake, glimpsessky, rocks, the world, us watchingplunges out of sight Deb B
Hope (a haiku)
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Creative Expression
At Ease
Remember your ease in the woods. Surrounded by big sister trees.Embraced by winds that whisper “Listen. See. Breathe…”Pine needle campfire you taste with your nose and a momentary whiff of syringa. The place that is no place. No street signs, no traffic, no...
So…I Am
So…I am supposed to begin this journey with a very godly description…"I am."Oh…I am so much more aware of all that I am not!Whoa!!! I am to define and recognize and actually like and reveal the "I am?"Maybe….I am unable.My teddy bear has been lost and stolen and...
The Voice Of A Silenced Child
Trigger Warning: This poem is a description of the disturbing reality of domestic violence as experienced by me around the age of six. If you are not in a good place to read such material, please stop here. I have no desire to retraumatize anyone.
The Hero Of My Journey
Looking in a mirror I see:a battered man,born into family violence,the violence of generations. I see a manwho somehow survivedthe violence of infancy. I see a manwho had grown accustomedto the terror of beingdaddy-Monster’s punching bag. I see a manwho grew up...