if i now weep for joy or grief it is for those who reading me left a trail or comment
In reality for me to write is merely a child scribbling upon the night sky moving stars
randomly in joy & this child has known living death isolated in the cold silent grave
life can be for those of us abused unconscionably arisen now in love and forgiveness
those who tortured us healed in gratitude for your attention I will plow on striding galaxies
xoj
120808 01:55 striding © 2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved
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