In a channel where water flows like my thoughts not a place to make a foundation. Pushed toward solid ground. I'm healing.  It's a strange feeling when a new realization overcomes my familiar ideas. Things I hadn't before considered, a simple thought.  Had I managed to mend my brokenness.  I had.  I was able to find what I was seeking.  The dust, my soul.  The things that will no longer matter.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96