• Reach out

    There are things I wanted to show
    There are things I could not let go
    When my light is finally out
    I’m in the shadow

    Reach out , reach out
    You’re in my heart
    Reach out
    Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
    Reach out
    I will always be there for you….

    I’m here for you
    You’re never alone, its true
    Wherever I am is a hom…Read More

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    • I really like, it sounds like a song. To not give up or reminding someone that they aren’t alone but you are there. Nice write keep it up.

  • Absorbing the Cost…

    when the choice is required
    and compromise is not an option
    do you choose to soothe your own pain?
    or that of others?

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  • April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting

    April 11th arrives
    like a board game spilled across the floor,
    ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
    snakes coiled in patient spirals,
    waiting for the moment
    you think you understand the rules.

    It is a day of ascents and descents,
    of sudden rises
    and quiet collapses,
    of c…Read More

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    NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month

    WAITING

    Waiting ….

    I wait …
    I stay …
    In place …

    I’m waiting…
    I’m praying …
    In my space….

    Waiting …

    The long days ..
    My same road ways
    Time.. slow pace …

    Waiting….

    Hoping for a change
    For a hand in marriage
    That man that’s only a mirage

    Waiting…

    For a love
    For destiny I still think…Read More

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  • Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room

    There was a Man, in The Room,
    I could have sworn It,
    A Man, in the Room,
    I might have borne It,
    Or was It just a Boy,
    Some worn, discarded Toy,
    A shattered,…Read More

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