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

Author: 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

Author: Ruth Roberts