Monday, November 30, 2009

Tear Day

It seems that today is a tear day
One little thing set me down a path
Cleansed by salt water
Running down the cheeks
Over a six hour span
I'm spent
Yet refreshed
Authenticity accepted
Validated
Understood
From caring hearts
Outstretched over the telephone line

1 comment:

Susanne Barrett said...

((((Carol))))

Love your poem, dear one!

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