A place where you can be human.
I’ve taken a bite
crisp juice dribbled down
my chin
An answered prayer from the
heavenly hosts
a clasped hand closed tight
like a casket
Banished me
The ground churned toiled
and labor pains shoot up from
my hips flashes of lightening
of memories that survived
the flood
The fruit swallowed left to
decay in my tummy has gifted me
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 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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Wow! Very powerful descriptions in this piece.
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Thank you. Im so glad it wow’d you. 😊😊
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It really did. Always keep writing and inspiring. ❤
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