My Poetry is my X-Ray

The universe is mysterious

Connecting to messages we send and receive

Responding to what is positive

Or that to which we grieve

Somebody living in Boise

Relates to someone in San Diego

Somehow a connection through the ether

Slips out of the shadow

I know you’ve experienced loss

But in loss we can also find our way

There is a purpose in our healing

Pain is a teacher but it does not have to stay

Even 953 miles

Does not seem far away

Something I can’t really explain

So my poetry is my X-Ray

DCG

dedicated to Julie Roberson

Thanks Jules

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