Alone.
Solitary confinement
has drawn invisible barriers
that hurt to break.
Desolate.
She travels light
and only in her dreams
will her seed rise up
to bless her.
Friendless.
Hers are the cries
of the gulls on the shore,
mourning her losses,
dreaming of
home.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Well, if I had time and energy today, this would trigger a crying jag for sure. Sometimes you cut–beautifully–to the quick (or heart’s marrow, as I prefer to describe it). Great work, Melody–God bless you–love, Caddo
Thank you, Caddo! Sometimes Truth is hard for our heart’s marrow to process…
Thank you for your beautiful blog. I have nominated you for the Sunshine Award! Please follow this link http://staciegh.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/soaking-up-the-sun/. Congrats!
Thank you, Stacey! I actually will regretfully decline – I am honored by your nomination, but no longer accept awards – it just takes me too long to post about! But I do appreciate your thoughtfulness and the fact that you are enjoying my work means a lot! 🙂
I do believe there’s something inside of all of us that longs for home…. Lovely post.
Thank you!