Wednesday, February 07, 2007

sitting in the quiet

pink tulips in missy's apartment

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath

i am sitting in the quiet right now. breathing. trying to remind myself that i have all the answers inside me...that i just have to be still enough to hear them.


(please visit poetry thursday's new home at it is a wicked cool site [thanks to dana's hard work].)