Wild place
You minister
To me, washing away
The soil Of vain accusations
Lashing
My face
Like the surgeon’s knife cutting out
The diseased parts that sting
From the harsh words
Spoken
The wind
Blows gently now
Soothing the raw places
Opening up the way for tears
Salty
Healing
I bathe in their pool, my wounds cleansed
Vulnerable I sit
My soul open
To grief
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Oh so beautiful! 💖💖💖
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amazing!
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❤️
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This is exquisite Lorraine! Quite, quite beautiful :O) xx
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In fact, I liked it so much I reblogged it ;O) xx
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Wow, thankyou Lisa. You know, you never can tell what people will like. I did not think this was one of my best so nearly did not post it. Thankyou so much. Glad you liked it. Xo
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You are so kind Lisa. Thankyou so very much. What a lovely thing to wake up to xo
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Bless you. Thankyou so much x
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Thanks matey. Have anlovely weekend x
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Aww. Thankyou so very much xo
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I thought it was wonderful, just goes to show we never can tell 😊 xx
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You are most welcome my friend 😊 xx
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always a pleasure matey 😊
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Wonderful!
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Bless you Inky, I appreciate your comments sonmuch, coming from such a fine poet as yourself.
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Thankyou so much Lusa. Bless you 😊
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I know. It’s weird isn’t it! 😊
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You’;re welcome, Lorraine.
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❤️
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💖💖💖xoxo
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Grief is so cleansing… I love this one ❤
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