leave me with my sadness it's the crying time
my soul is stirred and all my memories come to me
hands outstretched looking to be held tight
welcome home little ones you are part of my spirit
melancholy with her delicate voice ushers everyone in
within my sacredness we go over things
given sanctuary in my garden of shadows
where the flowers grow in the shade
tender epiphany, my dreams have been looking for me high and low
I’ve been running so long I didn’t notice
slowed down to think and they didn’t judge, they console
looking from the heavens my beacon
quietly I follow the stars home
no reason to be sad
children of the dawn rise to greet me
my thoughts join them
this is where we forgive
Beautifully penned, Brenda. A very heartfelt write my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian I hope you are well and in good spirits ❤️
Of all the forgiveness we are given, the most rare and most precious is forgiveness of self. Beautiful, Brenda 🧡
hello lovely Willow I hope you’re having a beautiful day today… this is poem is coming from my soul I lay still at night and the memories come thank you for the love on this ❤️