Claustrophobia

A bee flies into the kitchen

buzzes frantically, panics,

thrashes against the glass;

outward display of fear

just like the one she

held inside herself for years.

She would berate herself,

pathetic weakness;

now her heart bleeds

compassion for them both.

She softly guides this

frightened soul towards freedom.

It’s okay to admit you’re scared.

Song of Compassion

How weary the tree looked today.

as if a dull ache in

every chilled, naked arm,

joyous acceptance of change

worn thin;

(we all have our moments, well I do).

And then a small bird

carrying a huge song landed,

and so accurately too,

on wafer thin branch,

sang its even bigger heart out

long enough to feel a

sway of pleasure

under its tiny feet

and away it flew,

hope restored.

Wendy L. Macdonald

My faith is not shallow because I've been rescued from the deep.

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the work of smzang

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courage, resolution, strength of character

Veggiewitch

Manifesting abundance & sharing my truth

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Just a little poetry...

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Whispering insights of this, that, then and there

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where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry

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