Poetry Corner
by Kathie Bird
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She saw only her reflection but in time she came to know that it was so. She shook her head and said "Boy, I'm crazy - the things I've done, the thoughts I've thought." She continued talking, defining each transgression, when her pain became embodied in her loves. It was in her family she sought her joy But their images would falter in front of her expectancy of truth. As her thoughts became her world she kept herself protected, blaming them for all her shadows and her grief. She's come to real-eyes that she can part her waters and now can the solid ground beneath. Copyright - Kathie Bird |