Brenda Weemes Poems

In a body that feels not of my own
A stranger, I touch but I do not feel
It betrays me, it teases and taunts and intimidates me.
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She gathered the young
Stared within the flames of the fire
She spoke of life before and life after
She was old, crippled but her spirit strong.
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She touches the wall
Etched carvings dug deep
From a past...
She gave him her heart
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