It happened
And haunts
Put it to paper
One word
Then another
The raw churn
Ever moving
Becomes abstract
And still
On the page
When it is released
It is shared
Among us
And what was
Once yours alone
To carry
Is divided
Between many
We shall lock arms
And walk from the place
Together
That you could not leave
Alone
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
BeardedRiffRaff.Blog 
your words … an invitation to step over a threshold 🙂
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That was the intent Brenda, glad it got through.
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