I turned around,
remembering all who had
reached out a hand
when I thought
I was lost,
when I couldn’t hear
my own voice
or find my own
sacred ground.
And at last there were
no words,
no more questions —
no other choice
but to reach back.
I turned around,
remembering all who had
reached out a hand
when I thought
I was lost,
when I couldn’t hear
my own voice
or find my own
sacred ground.
And at last there were
no words,
no more questions —
no other choice
but to reach back.
Laurie's Notes 
Paul Militaru says on August 29, 2016
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Laurie's Notes says on August 29, 2016
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