yes.

 

beautiful, John! and yes, the "random can be overwhelming"....I know these feelings...."the hard parts of her won't break, but the soft parts will".....yes! Powerful words, John!! .. 
 

true words john

 

a way she feels
sometimes
strong soul
tender heart

a way she feels
sometimes
giving hand
while they refuse it


a way she feels
sometimes
she told them
I'm sorry for us
and they say
there was nothing between us

a way she feels
sometimes
dreams are true life
where you can find your true family
while your family awake is killing you

she loves her wounded heart
and she dance
around
around
around



 

....Exactly.......
 

Thank you for writing, it is soothing. 
 

beautiful!!


 

it's a beautiful way to put that,still it's heartbreaking reality.
 

Have always read your poetry.....receive a new new one almost everyday but recently your poems have connected with what i am going thru.  especially todays.  wow.
 

...."a way she feels........sometimes........the past of the ghost........has a ghost........with no place to haunt"

...yep
....
 

Me and Myself ....Like it....  ......
 

The million dollar question that almost every woman really wants to know is how does He feel about how she feels?

 

truer words have not been spoken ;*..
 

Sometimes we take walks on the same block on the same street maybe even pass behind the trees that arch together
above the power lines. Maybe we have some Nebraska blood in common. There are other people the same thing occurs with. Just like my brother and many other's who read your heart.   A few days ago my Native Cousin (a holy man) and I took a horse ride up to the place the person I have lived attached to for many many years, long since he left this part of his life. It was "Our place". The trees our roof, the ground our floor the clouds, our stories. I,through connections and against my Din'eh son's orders was given some of his ashes. It was given to me in a small Waterford Crystal Container, as his friend said I was the only relationship he ever saw that our friend trusted and saw "crystal clear." I burned something he gave me, something priceless, a string ring. I added it to his ashes and as my cousin prayed I prayed and sang the best I could a song he wrote for me. And I set him free. No longer a piece of him on this part of our journey. When I got back to my home, my Cousin Rosie said "Read Trudell" 

Your writing touched me as I am hoping I have set the ghost according to my native beliefs free. Love can hold people in a state of holding the held on memories of joy.It leaves no space for moving on or opening our heart to another. So while you were writing, I was setting a ghost free so he could fly and so could I. Going back to the Rockies makes me want to move back. Such a wonderous sight. Like many who read your words, they were appreciated and a profound RX. Blessings, T

 

YOU TOOK THE WORDS RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH!
 

RED POWER!!
 

you have pretty much summed it up here....how is it you know how to do that :)..