http://slow.writerscafe.org/leesah72 The original writings of author Leesah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981029 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I would not know the passing of deep thingsAs I sat in the pew with remorseAnd the choir sang my heart in high tones,I realized I was not at allReal Questions, beautiful questionsAs daggers to my conscienceAnd flashlights to my too-long closed eyesI squint&he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/1013605/ I always feel A battle coming on During certain Times of weakness I start to get nervousBecause I know My strength Has no hold.... Its a fight that Not even my fists Could win But in my mind Where fields Of banners flyAcross the sky Of brai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/687481/ the pale gray sky raced passed intothe glare of the passenger side windowI don't know any certain words in a delicate moment,where throbbing reality pulsates in the unseen creasesof my minds membrane,I have lost the meaning that joins us togetherin obvious reigns...distances dug deep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/355708/  Shades in their distant placebreathe the coolunderstandingof the fear in my stancethere are attempting forcesbeneath me, as restless feetmove in a hesistant stepthis has become my playgroundof tree shadows which walkalong the drawing of my security.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/355701/ funny how my fingers slightly bend and extend,but not all the way...I have these hands which tell me storiesstories I had forgottenbut they are sure to remind mewith each glance at themof a time when they held firmly onto lifeonto the moments when the graspingwas neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/355699/ lately, I have paid more attention tothe way I breathe,the beat of my heartthe way my skin feels tighteras eyes lift up to see sharp wolf irisesin the translucent imagestrange transfiguringa flash in the sky of remembrancesthings of a former lifereappear only in the back of my mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/355698/    I am thirty six years old    a number which    defines my skin    and enumerates    my grey hairs    my years have    hidden somethings    which do not surface enough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/355694/ I am held in this morning weaknessthe slow drift of hope down streams and its drain of thoughts gravitateto somewhere endless, where you areuntil the day burns to the nightsfailing warmth I still can feel the tingle touchsparking my spirit to loveand sensing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/222951/ This road knows me...as I stare in past dreams,driving pass recollectionsobscured in view the once bare hills….resembling your face, I am smiling solemn and  welcomed  swept back in deep sighsof all the been-throughschafed on mind... I had hoped for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/220074/ And I am left with tonightwithout youwatching the flickerof moons wink through trees This night has waitedFor  my gentle steps…. Certain that I am Always welcomed here  eyesI rememberBurning so…They could always Light my dark N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/220065/        This morningHas no sunshineyet Curtains stillNot pulled away, and Wonders ofOpening doors Gather at knobsWaiting to be Turned…   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219360/ Eyes being their questionings while I cower my confidence boxes marked 'fragile' and lonely is the distance between here and being understood unwaveringly though tongue would cease approaches of courage to speak the unspeakable.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219355/ I, and door and yousilent guessesof dead wordsas cracked charoalsmoking  signing circlesit's salamander swaythe delicate white ribbontwists on intotransparencies... tongues bridledheld the breathtick and tick and tick suspended thoughtof reaching..jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219353/  I sit nervously by deathas it is coy in patience,a fated blur of thoughtrushes in mind as ifhe scrolled the way forth..a timely conviction of thingsperhaps life is just thatan admonition of dreamsalready abided...and he sits comfortably always, like he doesto make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219348/ I slip behind in passings reflected images of me on windows,grayed... detached, my soul engagesmore to glass homes the almost verges of breaking intolost shards losing ground,losing....as the sidewalks crumblesipping away certainty and painful .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219345/    I get absorbed inhaled by centers, grasping all its fullness,  its entirety. I feel everything I feel edgelessness and fear I feel death and life dance with me..swing me about  in its routine of steps&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219342/ I swim through broken glass treading and making waves of thickening mirk your hand stirs the pot I am in as there is nothing to soothe my crying skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219337/ I can say anything against hollow treesstill and discerning  rupturingdisappointments one by one, two by two, a thousand by avalanches of disdain staining green never stays as leaves deaden anddry, they crackle underneath bare feet and bleeds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/219307/ In shadow gardens I hear you weepA stranger you have becomeThrough weakening, through miresSteep A different stone has arose...In stillest silence caressing me, hereIn blades of burning green Soul flies deepIn transcendenceDelicate fresh wreathes of mourni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leesah72/211308/