Rain is shaken from the leaves
whose blanket warms the rainbow river,
the sun's reflection in her mirror,
the moonlight illumined sea.
Every day I give myself
a little more to the other side
to and fro, we coincide,
staying, going, somewhere else;
as above, I am alive.
Said colors live in the light,
and did before rain started falling;
the storm's lightning downward, arising,
flickering in humid night.
Every day I give myself
a little more to the other side
ebb and flow, from death to life
going, staying, somewhere else;
As above, I am alive.
And when a soul is planted,
like the seed of a wildflower,
regardless of a higher power;
shall it not rise up towards the heavens?
Every day I give myself
a little more to the other side
bound by the same mind, before, and I,
staying, going, somewhere else;
as above, I am alive.
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,
and no one knows what intelligent life is."
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley5 days ago in Fiction
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