Monday, July 27, 2015

EVERYTHING TOUCHES ME

Everything Touches Me

These waves of sadness
are more like rivers of sorrow
carrying ancient grief
to a healing sea.
They are not attached 
to any wound in particular,
but to all woundings
I pretended never hurt me.

The facade breaks,
the heart breaks…open.

Life returns to me,
I can touch everything
and
Everything touches me.

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