![]() REDEMPTIONA Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror![]() " fury is born to breathe the open air "![]() ![]() I wrote your obituary today spun from hearts of gold the slow art in molding clay lines of ink pull the string connects the energy unseen now a box sewn complete at the point of a needle enamored in a reach to trace the memory of your face stretched as far as I can inspire hope drops me like an anchor guards the safe shore the dark inside cold waters deliver shroud a heart in despair fury is born to breathe the open air move unfailing, the current in a river drowning my calls for the dead with closed eyes and a lowered head my whispers are a mothers prayer asking redemption and more to look beyond heaven's door Terry D'Arcy-Ryan ![]() © 2018 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorReviews
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Added on August 14, 2018Last Updated on December 22, 2018 Author![]() TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorPHOENIX, AZAboutWhen I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..Writing
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