Photographer: Ruth Roberts
Tearing
wet crying
or a ripping apart
alone
I gather
tumbling thoughts
from wounded beliefs
I feel
the density
or vacancy
of my heart’s connection
struggling
yearning for clarity
grieving lost moments
waiting in silence
an answer
quiet and then
a softer deeper wisdom
listening
weeping through and healing
my calloused scars
Ruth Roberts
Do You See Me
I am what you see
I am not all that you see
You are my shadow and
I am yours
You are my light
And I am yours
Ruth Roberts