the scorching passion of a thousand flaming suns can't propel me to where my first sorry tale was spun where bucking wild horses fail to meet my eye and deeply buried secrets-under wraps must lie where an impassable (2)

How can you see life without first being broken_It’s amongst the shards of yourselfthat you find your gifts-hiddenbelow layers of hubrisbelow layers of smilesbelow an untrained mindjust waitingfor you©Vivian Zems (1)

 

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img_1511there's something about beingput on the back-footfor years on endyou almost forget how to walkforwardsbut it's do-ablethe going's slow for surebut, you get there....for sure©vivian zems

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Patricia
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Matthew

1when snow blows like spirits in the windthe full moon neither stirs nor blinkswhen crying leaveslie dying in the fieldsthe full moon neither shudders nor screamsHer glow she bestows on allthrough chaos or calmHer fac (1)dawn yawns awakestill waters prepare breakfasta lone fisherman waits©Vivian Zems (1)

I knew you were beautiful when you said helloand came over to sit quietly next to mewe chatted easily and I didn’t feel nervousand you didn't ask of me questions without answersI knew you were beautiful when you gift (2)What do I know of power_ I cannot fathom its texture or dimensions Is it loud_ Does it growl….or shake its fists at passers-by_ No, I do not know power But… I do know survival It’s staying one step ahead of my fearsThere is so much pain when a person diesfrom the top of your head to the tips of your toeswet pools sit where once were your eyesthere is so much pain when a person diesthere are no words- just sighs chasing sighssha (1)

there's nothing like living in thin ice (1)

using my third eye

watching out for self-doubt clouds

which come.....
but pass me by_Shifting sands
counting down
my essence 

numbered DAYS
Down to nought
Just for me

So I breathe
thanking days
with my inklike a distant memory were the red clouds of rage thatfilled the doorway at the end of a work daylike an awful nightmare were the weaponised words that burrowed and clawed relentlessly-but I’ve learned to separate my (1)like a distant memory were the red clouds of rage thatfilled the doorway at the end of a work daylike an awful nightmare were the weaponised words that burrowed and clawed relentlessly-but I’ve learned to separate myBlessed are those 
who’ve been to hell and back
-barefoot, they traverse hot coals 
and still stay on track
Blessed are those 
who’ve been purified by fire 
-they are observed 
with glow in their aura
-as they cycleCaretaker of you is what I am
Holding you close, away from harm
Instructing you to live out your dreams
Loving you deeply, however life seems
Developing your smile and witty charmI’ve always likened
falling in love
to taking a face dive off
a cliff without a chute or
guarantee of a soft landing
Or simply falling madly..... and badly......intensely
-breaking every bone in your body
with the pr

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