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I've stood on a river that flows through An island made of Volcanic lava and ash Watching the salmon inan unspoiled spot Stood on mountains I c..

Your soul is ugly And so are you Your inner child don't even like you! You've given me nightmares And won't leave my head I'm sick of flound..

Depressions mark on loved ones!

Caught up under the ocean's swell Tossing, sinking, rising again Grey and black waters holding me down Breathless, frightened, and overwhelmed ..

Woeful, lonely, shame filled eyes happen to meet my glance Setting there on your garbage bags, and huddled with your treasures, cardboard pil..

This old heart is getting weaker, and my steps have gotten slower My mind still has many idea's in it's coffers Many memories have left me, but ..

Many "healers" have been wounded and find themselves in helping others..........

"Why", I cried, as I wallowed in pain, "must we endure these things?" I prayed, and cried, and sought help for my child You ..

Written about 3 y/o grandbaby with ATRT cancer. She is truly an "old" spirit!