Monday, July 10, 2017


I am broken
beyond repair,
my heart pummeled beneath
cruel fists.
Life is black & bleak.
Nothingness looks attainable.
Emptiness is beckoning to me
like a lost lover found...
---the desolate, sweet call of the
Mourning Dove.
How to be alone?
Where to find strength?

July 2017

1 comment:

Kelly said...

Oh, Marion! I think you need a hug!

This is lovely and heartbreaking. (and in many ways I can totally relate...)

I hope it will bring a smile to your face to know that my moonflowers are blooming and they're gorgeous! Thank you!