Dear Reader, in last year's June, I began a dark little tale in hopes of having a post for the upcoming Halloween holiday. Fast forward to this year -- the ending still eludes me. This story insists on behaving in such a tricky manner as it floats weightless beyond my reach. Quite frustrating. I will continue to work on this piece's ending with the hopes of an eventual catch. Wish me luck. Until then, here's another piece to keep the dream alive.
Take care,
Christy
light steps weep
across
a whispering floor
drips & drops
falling
as they sweep
through a sighing
door
to where
no sounds scream
stealing
the
breaths needed to breathe
in this place
I find myself
of
in-between
silent moments strung together
I suppose are
meant
to be healing
a bit by bit
of
time
doing its thing
is it over yet? just wondering
because I am so ready
for there & not here
the place
to
where
I have learned everything
comfort found in knowing now
the heart
of
my belief
I am at this time
exactly
where
I am meant to be
- Christine Kincer
2010
