Forgetting the I

A wee flashback

Out of the Gutter Art

Running full tilt thru each day

leaves no time for reckoning

no time to breathe or seek relief

till exhaustion stops the flight

feeling can be too intense

too mundane-much to real

icky sticky hugs and kisses

that Hurt too much to feel .

” Renata’s Path” commission

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Published by ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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