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| FOOT SORE AND WEARY I'm thinking about you right now at this very second you are at the tip of my brain my lips are mouthing your name I am calling for you from my aching heart silently beseeching this pain subside take me there to you let me sit on the sandy shore and let the wake of the sea kiss my weary feet I cannot travel any farther on this jagged road I am bleeding I am torn from miles on foot Let me be at rest longing for you but healing slowly healing every day by Sheryl McCurdy |
| YET, I CLING Beyond this life, in the dreams of the walking dead, I am Hanging onto gaunt cliffs by the skin of my nails Above a nest of open mouthed rocks, snarling, frothing Patiently awaiting my demise, and yet, to the amazement of the circling vultures I still cling I still desire I still remain To the very marrow of my bones I ache, not with anger, but with a sweet tenderness So very, very sweet The world brews darkly about my ankles, my knees, my shoulders, and over my head But I do not drown My heart still beats I remain unscathed and clean The cold moon beats down on my head like an icy rain at the midnight hour Voluminous clouds spill in and paint me in gray But I can still shine I can yet I shine like the glorious rays of June daybreak I shine like a multitude of fireflies in the black ink of night I shine like a mothers smile at the kick of her unborn child I glow My light digs into the skin of mother earth and takes root I am planted deeply My resolve is strong I will not let go By Sheryl McCurdy |
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