We Must Remember

we are different, yes
we change, yes
we are what we do.
we must hold on to that
if we lose that last spark
of humanity
then we become THEM
and we have lost

To Honor Those Lost in Senseless Tragedies Around The World Every Day

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

I seldom have writer's block but most of the time I do feel unworthy.  Many pieces have gone into the trash for that very reason.  I feel I am good at some things but not great at anything. I think maybe it's a problem many have to a certain extent.

This is the most honest paragraph I have written in a very long time...Thank you.

The Topaz

Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

shared with Poets United

I was the topaz

between two diamonds

a Poe-ish love

Paris was a dream

talked of in tree houses

on rainy days

The passion of young love

the sadness of loss

could be tasted

in our tiptoed kiss

and then

I moved away

The Mag 170...Horses

Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales presents a creative challenge weekly.  Add your creation and read others.

Ponytail by Last Exit 

How would I know
The empty spot
They left
When I "gifted" my horses 

The visit of strangers
Reminded me
Of my loss
My gift

The smell
The feel
The strength of horses
Touched my heart again

Leaving me empty
Once more
As I herded them
Toward their home.