Friday, April 2, 2010

Breathing (writing exercise)

You were there in my dreams;
my nightmares
In the dark and light of day and night
Alone I listen ragged sobbing,
sleepy soft....
Even when completely forgotten in the heat of any moment
you were still there;
Silent and strong
Sometimes weak, begging greedy gulping
From the moment I was pulled from my mothers ripped womb
I gasped
groping for life
and you were there.


  1. I love, love, love this. I'm going to like doing this book with you. And I love that you have that Lady Antebellum (sp?)song on here. The threads of your music are entwined in mine, that's for sure.

  2. Very nice. I like it. Beautiful in fact.

  3. ThankYou So much for stopping by and reading!!

  4. You are an awesome writer. I could read you stuff all day!