Over Forty Years

I have seen deep sadness behind the forced smiles,
of rejected, neglected people lined up for soup in charity’s lines.

Like Being

Like waiting for the rain in the middle of a heat wave.
Like wanting to fight when there is no one to hit.
Like needing a hug when you have no one to love.
Like coming home at night when your house is empty-bare.

Awake In Silence

I hear my thoughts of what has been—
between these walls and the silent me.

The Sounds Of Time

When the glass is shattered
and the tears soak in the sand,
the splintered, fractured pieces
of a life again are born anew.

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