Keeper of my heart thief of hope I will not run but fly onbroken wings born in the dark caverns of grief drifting out of the corners a thundering echo shatters the sanctuary of my mind vanishing flight and faith falling through clouds onto the blood in the grass
I lost my husband to suicide in June of 2006. This is my journey through the deep valley of grief with all its anger, denial, guilt, and pain.
It is also my struggle to embrace the future and allow myself to live and love happily, again.
As if that is not enough, this is where I indulge my need to create, with words, the ideas that irritate me like a splinter, until I get them out.