Helpless
My startling, chaotic dreams seem closer to real
than the face I show in the light of day.
So many tangled threads to follow and sort.
So much to not know.
I’ve lived many lives,
now houses of cards that left with the tide.
I am longing for something real today.
But the only thing I can strive for is being human.
And that is no work at all.
Betsy Lewis 3/2015
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Love the collage… Sometimes being human is all I can manage!
And that’s no work at all. Comes naturally!
Beautiful and moving words & images….
Thanks Marla.