The Broken Bond of Glass For Seven

The Broken Bond of Glass for Seven

Crept up to me slowly crawling

churning turning aching underneath

Wrapping head and heart around

Too soon this is

Too hard, so hard

I can not for the breath in me

Take it in underneath my clothes

Stripping me down to nakedness

While you stand there laughing

But time and again, I do

Patterns like a jigsaw sorely confused

Dangling from a hook on the wall

Asking for forgiveness from justice

You can love me can't you

You can live inside my body at night

Complexity drowns the daddy legs

Long before the real person

Is allowed to evolve and design

Through nature. Through life.

Kittens trample in an alley way

So dismal. A dark it must be

Vulnerable yet intact.  Boundaries

Breaking down each second now

Takes no time to realize a needle

Hurts the skin, but sometimes saves

Glass shatters, mirror cracks

My mothers back is broken now

How could this all correct the false

The hurt stares back at me

Distorted contorted and disturbed

From the gleam of the green

Near the blackest of the black

A tiny light shines, ever so small

But there, it can not be all for nothing

Yet no one is ever there.

I am here. I am my walls now

As the shiny eyebrow mirror

Comes breaking in this time

My back so pretty, should have 

Been enough. To part and wander

Five more years, will you let me go?

Working on a new book....

it is a chilly Thursday in March and my mothers birthday to boot.

our family will go to dinner tonight at the club in a private room called  ' the wine room'! 

i loved this name.  I see photo opportunities galore! 

i am going around in my head how to dive into this next book. More thoughts on this to follow.

following through is my enemy at the gate. challenges are what make us stronger though. 

more to follow...

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Just a Stanza

Stanza from " Echo of Your Hand"

Violent graceful empty destiny's

The breathing and screaming 

Have remained dormant through time

Avoidance bewilders 

The provoking probing once shared

     Annie B

Spiders In My Journal

Deception Walks on Eight Legs

For such a long time, I always tried to make what was going to exist in the gray area appear to me more clear, whether it be black or white.  Through my writing and processing thoughts, I realized that there was no firm reason why we must know the cause of an action.  More importantly, time became a healing mechanism, and tangled webs began to loosen the silken and beautiful yet excruciating constraint.  Life as it is, reminds me of colors each day that I had forgotten existed.  The ability to say good-bye is a blessing.  It is a difficult thing to achieve, but a must for true happiness.  Letting go is learning to love yourself. 

- We reconnect like a puzzle

 A masterful game in which we play

 How does defeat serve such a purpose?

 When letting go has a more brilliant outcome

 But intelligence never resides in the heart

                           Annie K. Barrow