Deserted
The lonely wind whips through my hair
As my heart bleeds real tears
Abandoned
The sky is beyond my reach
And my hopes turn to fears
Shattered
Broken mirror…tortured dreams
Pieces on the ground
Resigned
I am damaged
Missing pieces, parts not found
Exposed
What I fight is all that’s true
Naked to the core of who I came to be
Asunder
What is that noise I hear
I think it’s coming from me
Trepidation
I have dug deep
And the answers weren’t there
Liberation
The moment of feeling overwhelmed
Disappears as I throw caution to the air
Recognition
All that caused fear evaporates
As I realize the questions were all wrong
Comprehension
The very thing I kept hidden
Was in plain sight all along
It is an honour and an inspiration to create with Lorrie and I encourage you to check out her blog which in itself is an honour and an inspiration to explore as she shares her beautiful expressions of gratitude, soul-searching and love. https://lorriebowden.com/
And I am going to be rubber and not glue and send the same message of love and gratitude to you as well. Gratitude, Harlon
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Beautiful….beautiful collaboration giving us a beautiful poem…powerful and true!
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Thanks, it’s nice to hear kind words, you are the bees knees or maybe the cat’s meow, but there it often a bit of hesitancy or doubt when I dig a little deeper with my writing. It’s a great feeling when it is received so kindly as it was by you – and I am truly touched and also feeling stronger because you found it so powerful and true. Peace, Harlon
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My pleasure Harlon! Keep writing 😊
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What a beautiful poem you created together from deserted to comprehension! Lovely collaboration!
Much love
Mary
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Thanks Mary, your comment really means a lot to me. And if I can share a bit more, the collaboration was a really profound experience. As we wrote it, I think Lorrie and I were leading and sending each other to different places, Some of it didn’t feel like me, but I learned that the feelings were shared it’s just a different voice. Now that it’s been published, I read it over again – it was like being in a concert hall and hearing a symphony that I’d heard bits of before but it came together. This poem took me somewhere I wasn’t at yet, but I didn’t go there alone. Collaborating, or call it community, or support, it really makes things that may seem difficult become better. Love, Harlon
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Much love to you my friend! Thank you for your beautiful connection ♡♡
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