: About Me

If you read any of my pieces, you will read my heart...you will read 'about me'.

My passion is ...

living life

I know too much about ...

pain

My parents always told me ...

reading, writing and arithmatic would be enough

My childhood ambition ...

to be loved unconditionally

My favorite memory ...

I have more than one, but outstanding would be giving birth to my daughter

Why I write ...

to heal, to share

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I love books by Patrick E. McManus. I listen to everything!

My first job ...

Macdonald's...whose wasnt?

My best moment ...

is in my heart, tightly held secret.

My inspiration ...

my daughter and love

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone

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My breath was your words, when you spoke, I filled my lungs Without you I can't breathe, what I wouldn't give for a word My moisture was your touch, when you would reach out, I was quenched Without you I am desiccated, what I wouldn't do to be deluged by your touch My sustenance was your kindness, when you cared, I was satisfied Without you I am empty, what I wouldn't offer for a measure of your kindness My covering was your attention, when you gave it, I had protection Without you I am exposed, what I wouldn't exchange for a night in your safety My warmth was your love, when you bestowed ...

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