Free-verse poetry from the soul. Many hurdles to navigate through. A marathon runner every day. Getting better with each passing day. Day in and day out. I pray for the same thing. By His stripes I am healed. And day in and day out.

Treading the less traveled paths, freeing the shackles and binds, Striving to free the soul, in the span of this lifetime. My words in a flow. My pieces in a whole. That has me in its hold. To fill the void inside. And find myself a home. If they do, always in staggered form. Let the flow take me to places.

From The Busy Mind of Josephine. If you can feel, then you can write. Yet nobody tells the tale. But nobody got my mail. They lay there in the past. What if she returns one day. Because she read his note? The words of his undying love. Just to get back to her. Is that over or yet to begin? Will it all just be a blur? When you speak to him. Is it you he hears? He gets .

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She said to her words, fly. I hid that treasure beyond your reach, Or so I thought. I hid it for my lusting eyes. Circles, and Circles, and Circles. Something inside of me stirred,.

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