a message for you.
please excuse my dust as this blog site is still under construction.
your backward glance.
(posted on Saturday, September 26 by eii wyy nae.)
the past finally sets behind the last hilltop. it burns no more, leaving me free from its flames. wearily, i rest on the eaves of a beating heart – cradled, nestled & catching my breath. nightmares can’t reach me & dreams have come calling, they whisper my name - en voz de niña, in a child’s voice. a child unknown to loneliness, a child unknown to screams of stop.
a child that mommy has raised with hands calloused & scarred, a child that i’ve nurtured with stories & song - una niña que risa. a child that laughs & heals old wounds of other people, but never heals hers’. love did not bury itself in my daddy’s sunday best. leaving a handful of stars & is fading with time.
love is in her every smile like a million golden threads, wrapped around a worn stuffed toy. hope is in her dance towards the door marked woman. his backward glance, she wanted to extend her hand - keeping that door open, keeping us connected, keeping us together.
manteniendo mi corazon, will i ever be, will you ever help me keeping my heart filled with peace after a long journey pain & heartache.
Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.
Labels: backward glance., beating heart, callous, eaves, last hilltop, million golden threads, nightmares, old wounds, scarred, worn stuffed toy
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