Sometimes my voice falters
by Elouise
Sometimes my voice falters
Falling ten stories down
Into a desert of silence
My rattled soul teeters
On the edge of despair
Searching for a small grain
I might rightly call my own
Though nothing was ever
Mine to begin with
Still….
In the hot wind
Of my empty mind
I hear my heart
Beating
Yearning for yesterday
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 11 March 2019
Photo of desert drought landscape found at pixabay.com
Telling the Truth 
It looks like a bunny rabbit has climbed up into the tree on first branch on the right.
Voice is loud and clear; it is telling us what you feel and see. All very valid like bunny in the tree?
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Absolutely! You’ve got sharp eyes and a keen imagination! 😻👀🐇
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Yearning for a better yesterday? We all do that… Bless you. ((xxx))
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Hi, Fran! Sometimes it’s easier for me to write about yesterday than about today. It seems more exciting than anything going on today. Which, of course, says more about me than about today! 🙂 Thanks for your encouragement. I could also get with the idea of longing for a better yesterday. Bottom line: Writing about my life isn’t always a breeze. 🙂
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Ask anyone and they will agree with you. Take courage! We are offered our challenges for a reason… (((xxx)))
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Thanks, Fran. In that case, I can’t wait to find out the reason… 🙂 (((xxx)))
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