Posted in 2019

The Feeling Underneath. vcl©️

Dark and light

the night

Full moon bright

land of shadow and shapes

No escape

We are all accountable

not just comfortable

As the world disintegrates

we shout poems of the

Hopeful heart

jingle the alarms

Your home has been left unto you

desolate

Thoroughly imperfect this

Desperate

crisis of the heart

Truth is lonely

thus departs.

Photo: Rebecca Bathory

Author:

A Wife, Mother, Grandmother with tons of experience in the arena called *Life* I love information, and endeavor to utilize it as practically as possible. I have worked as a Healthcare coordinator, HR Manager for over 26 yrs, and still employed (19 +years) as a Property Manager of a large complex (I joke that I’m the mayor of a small city). I have raised 4 children, one of whom (a daughter) ❤️has recently completed suicide,which has changed my life forever. I have 8 lovely grandchildren. I love to write poetry and short stories, cook, explore religious experiences and be in charge of stuff :)

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