Wednesday, 08 July 2009

  • Hopeful Moon Rising



    Bricker wrote something that jogged a memory.
    I have been back to that time in my life often since then.
    There is an old John Prine song that I love, it has a line in it 
    " it's often remembered, so many times that my memories are worn."
    I think I wore out that memory.
    I have been seeing bits and pieces of it recently but yesterday at my counselors

    I had to put the pieces together.
    I feel like the dam has broke.
    It hurts but it is so good to have answers.
    I stayed in the little parking lot for a while, until I calmed down and then I drove.
    I drove for miles and miles.
    I was looking for something good, I was looking for hope and I found it.
    The rising moon over the mountain .
    Beauty for my ashes.




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