From the inside-out, the inner poet escapes, needing to express....
Ginny, this kind of reminds me, when I fall apart, how I need the breath of God to renew my dry bones with His Spirit. very succinct.
Oh Ginny! I know the feeling, you describe it perfectly, and I wish I had written this!
This has rather a Seussical rhyme to it -- but I think once we shed the skin and fall apart, we are most honest with ourselves.I am never too far away Ginny.Smiles.
How good to see you again, my friend! Your "smiles" gave you away!
I can relate to this.........life - eh?
strength often requires a "falling apart" here and there, I think. A very honest poem... hugs.
Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.