A place where you can be human.
The sadness
with its sharp oblong
teeth and low growl
riddled with past lives
I’ve stepped too right
(or too left)
It’s not the echoes that plague me
it’s the awkward digits that haunt me
It’s his bright blues that call me home
and if I don’t watch myself, I’ll
return to the arms that fed me
dark kisses every morning
Oh sadness my loyal friend
and lover
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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Loved your poem! You are a great writer!!
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Hey 😊 thanks.
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Most welcome😊😊
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