Art: Josephine Wall
“She’s been there.
In the moonlight.
Where the muddy water splashed by in a summer breeze.
And Indian arrow heads lay hidden in the fields far past the beacon of water drops and moonlit light spots.
She ran thru the dirt and laid on the ground.
Looking up at the best of what life had to offer.
An open mind .
And dreams that led to lost love.
Love none the less.
It was better to feel the breaks.
The painful pulses of life .
Than to close her eyes and wallow face down in the dirt.
She’s been there.
When the bow broke.
When the cold winds blew and frosted her fingers and heart to the sheer brink of her shivering blood.
She danced in the rain.
And rode with the lightning.
She let go,
And she loved and…
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