All poetry written by Rebecca McAuliffe. All rights reserved.
Though gone, you are here. I feel it... my soul. Each step teaching and guiding back to books, pens...and colors. They waited patiently... my friends. Hello again.
* Movement... inching forward to places unknown, yet somehow familiar. An old soul... here before, finding my way back home.
Today is the day... starting little by little. Expression: the key to my happiness, and maybe... to yours.
Pieces... whirling in the globe shaken, snowy grief is home eating fear and breathing pain exhaling, just to start again. Pieces... through the heavy glass spinning swirling lead me back to a time when we were young before it all became undone. Pieces... that made you and me shards and fragments most don't see running, hiding, failing, trying outside living, inside dying Pieces... from the outside in floating, falling work begins steps to take, becoming whole alone this time... you are gone. Pieces... pulling each one down to find it's place on sacred ground Peace will come in time- it's calling... joy that you seek comes in the morning.