A place where you can be human.
My words have left for the hills
They’ve been slaughtered
Like the fattest calf
And sent to the heavens
In billows of smoke
I hope god accepts them
I hope he let’s me come in
As spirit
After the slaughtering
I hope the priests eat well
Their bellies full enough to teach
And lead
And fight off wolves
I hope I was finally good enough
For something
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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