Let me out

of my four-legged pen

and have my eyes

come out to play–––

I’m sick of all these “rules”

and “expectations.”

Fear?

A chamber only dark

horses go away to,

don’t seem to like it

yet they rest on anyway

in their own gloom.

Closed doors define

so don’t let me get away;

I am capable of freedom

I understand my mind

has crevices I do not know

and still others I do

but am unwilling to explore.

Pass up the world’s grandeur

and pure energy

for a kiss and a light beer?

One day we shall come out

of the dark,

stammering like stallions

embracing the golden swell

we know forever well,

to be light.

September 15, 2014

photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie

Pink Friend Morgan~We love you sweet friend! Loads of prayers and hugs to you sweet one! ❤

My love is like the rose of Sharon and the lily,
Abloom among brambles,
So is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree thrives in the wood,
So is my love among the sons.
I sit among them with great delight.
The flowers open on the earth;
The birds sing, and even the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The winter is past, and the rain has gone.
O my dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliffs,
Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For sweet is your voice.
— Paraphrased from Chapter 2, Song of Solomon (KJV and ESV)

To a friend whose inner beauty
Casts a radiance that warms us all,
And who finds peace and joy in this world
Despite her underlying sadness.
Even as your spirit grieves,
May you be showered with love.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is dedicated to

photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie

Happy PINK Sunday to Pink Brenda friendlyfairytales.com

photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie

Orange You Lovin’ Pink~Shout out to Pink friend Raewyn

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