Wednesday, March 10, 2010

My Muse

I have moments when pain seems to creep into my soul and sit there.  The sun can shine and there's laughter in the air, but the empty space overtakes me.  There was a time when I didn't know what to do with it.  All I knew was that I wanted to get rid of it.  Now that I realize that there will be no impending doom, no catastrophe, I quietly muse.  Feeling it enables me to find my center.

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