Disparate populace of my thoughts

Once unwelcome interlopers

Now fine silken threads: flawed, broken, gorgeous, old

Woven into one

…

No shame in examining, admiring, pondering, remembering

Touch my cheek

Caress the whole

Wrap my soul

…

A magnifying glass

A microscope

Ten steps back

Then ten miles

…

A landscape

A sunset

Moon and stars

…

This is my life

This is my love

This is what binds my heart

  and makes me WHOLE.

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Colleen Sohn