Do you remember when you lost your way? For some it was disguised as childplay In cool divisive shades of pink and blue, the lines were drawn according to the rules And differences were judged in stark display. Some fragile hearts were broken in the fray of bitter battles between us and they And lines […]
This poem spoke to me because I feel now like I am on a journey to find my way back to where I lost hope. Recovering aspects of my soul, I am feeling more whole — more myself. It has been dreary living without hope, without dancing, without singing. I have been like a guitar with old strings that don’t vibrate when you play them. But, somehow I have gotten new strings lately. I tentatively strum them and hear the song of my soul.