Thank you all for a beautiful Thanksgiving!
You dream of the scent of a woman’s skin;
Your woman’s. Her legs
Entwined with yours, her hair the
Music your fingertips play.
But you do not sleep.
You dream of eyes that only speak the
Language of love;
Your child’s. Soft cheek against your bare
Chest, gentle baby slumbering to the steady
Beat of your heart.
Still, you do not sleep.
You dream of silence you do not fear;
Sound you do not run from.
Sacrifice that keeps you whole, but
Still you do not sleep.
Still, you do not sleep.
Tucking a crinkled letter in your pocket,
You stand. On bruised legs,
Inside a shattered body
Blood-stained as the setting sun,
You rise and do not sleep.
-Allison LaBine
Image © Allison LaBine
“Fire and hunger are inborn. To believe in the fire within is our religion. To give it shape and meaning is our purpose.” – Unknown
“I learned many great lessons from my father, not the least of which, was that you can fail at what you don’t want, so you might as well take a chance on doing what you love…my soul is not contained within the limits of my body; my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.” – Jim Carrey