Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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Break to Light, my own

October 21, 2011

The pull

of melancholy’s hand,

there is no flying

with weighted wings.


Grasses soar

to break to light,


by tear-drenched earth.


A pen, ink-drained,

seeks touch of paper

to leave many voices

on imperfect lines.


Hand of one,

of knotted fingers

reaches to find one person.

This person.

To touch the other hand hopeful,

no longer

weighted, drenched, drained.

This hand to be my own.

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