Sitting silent/thinking

Into the attic of my mind
goes my seeking heart
for answers.

Old pains grown dusty
old hang-ups left to mold
cold refusals left too weaken
forgotten insults left to fade.

Overwhelmed with gladness
I turn face into palm
and wander ever closer
to where the music is playing.

Quilted memories grown warm
Supporting words all framed
silent laughter that floats like bubbles
passionate kisses given shade.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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