"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Thursday, June 6, 2013

stones and arrows

the notes hit my ears
falling
weighing heavy
stones in my heart

the words swirl in my head
piercing
barbed, sharp
arrows in my heart

tonight music is not my refuge





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