Posted: April 9, 2016 in Uncategorized

as i bow my head

Treasure chest
… of dreams
coming apart
… at the seams
Pandora’s box
… opened wide
expose all I have hidden
… deep inside

No! do not come close to me

For I cannot re-create
… my Spirit free

All that is left
… as I bow my head
a heart, mind, soul ~ once alive
… now dead


-Marsha Nelson
8/30 NaPoWriMo

  1. 1sojournal says:

    Your image reminds me of the wooden woman role we all try on for a bit and then burn that bridge before finding self. Your words marry it well.


  2. 1sojournal says:

    Why have you stopped writing?


    • That’s a good question. I have the words to put to paper … lack ambition to do so. Life right now is a swirl of chaos and has been for the past two and a half years. I could say it’s a mental block but truth be told there’s so much racing through my brain it’s hard to make it stop so I can catch on for the ride and maybe take some control. One of these days….

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