we rise with the hope
of redemption
and sometimes we find it
nestled in
between sanity and severance
leaf and litter
imitation and impostor
our hands
will always
get dirty
in the search
but that’s the nature
of atonement
and you know
what they say
about cleanliness
.
.
.
September 1st, 2015 at 5:05 pm
Excellent poem that speaks to me today.
September 2nd, 2015 at 11:24 am
Found my way here from Ayala’s blog – love the way your words sing.
September 5th, 2015 at 2:36 pm
…and sometimes we find it…
Your stuff is gorgeous – as are your pictures.