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In the Midst

In the Midst

jeanne w.

In the midst

I stand

Alone.

The world

crashing against me

does not care.

It strips me

laughing

at my nakedness.

Cuts me

offering saltwater

for my wounds.

Slays me.

Devours me

casting me into the deep.

Wipes its mouth

and smiles.

Saying, "Let's see what becomes of her dreams."

I stand.

Bared.

Alone.

Bearing Pain.

Bearing Beauty.

The world

crashing against me

does not care

 

 

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jeanne w.
jeanne w.

 

My life has been touched by Pain.  Pain that sears like sun.  Pain that weighs like clouds heavy with rain.  Pain that bares me, strips me... of my strength, my coping mechanisms, my pride.  Pain so big it had to be named.  It's story bared.  

My life has been touched by Beauty.  Beauty sears.  Beauty weighs.  Beauty bares, strips, and then covers.  me.  With Beauty so Big it has a Name.  With a story that keeps being shared.  

I have lived with Pain and Beauty.  From the wings of the dawn to the far side of the sea.  From Missouri to Hawaii, and back.  

This is me, baring... and sharing.  Our story. 

 

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