Re Entry

Not roads, but walking.
Not motion, but stopping.
Not facades, but breaking.
Not hiding, but open.
Not staring, but seeing.
Not words, but meaning.
Not hurt, but healing.
Not fear, but trust.
Not distance, but reaching.
Not space, but touch.
Not speaking, but breath.
Not hope, but heat.
Not then, but now.
Not never, but ever.

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I have written at least three complete novels, have three others started and on my website is the draft chapter of the latest effort,"The Swamps of Jersey."
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