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(Reaching Beyond My Soul)

M eet me half way honey as we stand facing E ach other so desperately seeking consolation E nded last night in a terrible fight as you stormed o..

A B eautiful C hristmas Memory D elightful E nchanting F illed with love G ood tidings H appiness I send to you J oll..

(for a contest) (minute form 8-4-4-4 8-4-4-4 8-4-4-4)(my first attempt at this type of poetry form)

T hese shoes have walked thousands of miles H eld my weight when I could barely stand E mpowered me to stand strait and tall S ometimes these s..

(a christmas card to my daughter)(melancholy, a new and inspiring writer)

(for a contest) (and personal for a dear friend of mine who is terminally ill)

B arefoot A nd pregnant R emembering when I was in the mother's way E verytime it was the same F inancial situation O nly if I knew then what I ..

I Think I'll Die Alone I think I'll die alone, no one to call my own T his seems to be my fate, my destiny H aving no one by my side I use t..

A Pillar Of Salt A wretched soul looks back P illar of salt I mage of me L ooking back to the past L ingering there where I should not be ..