Finding love is like playing hopscotch on crutches....

My childhood fears still being breast-fed by darkness.. Clutching this security blanket of pain, the whites of my knuckles like tiny ghosts haunting emotions that no longer circulate.. Crippled tears that've forgotten how to fall for they no longer can make the climb from my soul to my eyes.. Thank God my heart is handicap accessible because I pray the next kiss that limps across my lips will paralyze those shadows of doubt..

Reviews

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Ohhh.. what an ingenious title, and very vivid metaphors. wow.. hoping your kiss will be brought forth with courage over dark shadows :)

[Chris D.]

Nice!! Was just off to sleep and can't thank you enough for your review.. Your thoughts will tuck me to sleep and I look forward to diving into more of your work tomorrow.. Thanks, happy easter my friend..:)

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happy Easter! and have a good night!