as fingers caress the tree,there is glory seen, as the feelings beneath,keep coming for me one, after another, they try, me,toset free…and I resist, more commonpersist running against the grain, terror scratched skin,gritting teeth, pain from within arises again, andagain…as thewind breathes…and, I relax back into the flowerbed, smelling the rosesred I take ease, notice […]

underneath my skin…