Thank you for making flowers.
They keep me up and going
with their care.
Moonflowers for night
and Roses for day help
heal my broken body.
The scent of herbs: mints
especially can lift me clear up
to the thinnest clouds in olfactory delight.
These little things are the green threads
that bind my weary, broken, heart
and keep it beating, beating, beating...
We are all alone,
so alone & hurting.
When there is no one
to help bind our
we simply vanish. Another's word
of encouragement can
cut the deepest sorrow
Hundreds of mean, nasty, foul
words have injured my spirit
and my soul. I am broken beyond repair.
Why, God? So many why's in my life.
My husband of decades is
breaking, broken, sick,
slowly losing his way.
He wakes in the present &
with sunset comes the past
as real to him as his torn brain.
But, in his time travel, he always
lands in the worst year of our marriage,
35 years ago...and thinks it was yesterday
& reacts accordingly.
My heart bleeds for him, but
I can't take much more
abuse...those deep, cutting words never heal.
I'm living with a man acting like a
rebellious adolescent & I don't know if it's
his broken brain or just meanness.
He's seeing his doctor soon...
I just hope it's not too late.
Lonely girl in a
cold, uncaring world
straining to hear
Your healing voice.