Sunday, February 5, 2017

These lines on my face 
are maps to the memories 
I've visited &
they will show you the
bigger picture; I loved, I 
cared, I laughed, I thought 
deeply. I'm defined,
refined, sharpened by the years
but tending to my 
soft will keep me young 
no matter the shade
under my eyes or if my
bones ache. Prickled walls 
will never ask what
makes me feel alive & how
I radiate that. 
It's true that the more
open I let my heart be, the
emptier it feels
but when it's full, it 
brims to my eyes, it spills from 
everything I do. 

.Laura Curren.

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