Tearing

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

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