confessional
all around us
darkness, and the quiet
of the long night,
words between us
whispers, confessing
secrets of the heart
feelings bloom
like flowers in spring,
fresh from sleep,
opening sweetly
in the warmth of a sun
too long unseen
memories arise
in a rush, a floodtide,
carrying us away,
pulling forward
and tugging back,
taking us out to sea
things once lost
are found again,
still breathing and alive,
buried dreams
emerge, unearthed,
coming back to life
and now a door
stands open, refusing
to be closed again,
now this secret
hangs between us
heavy, yet light as air
Listen to this poem read aloud:
I've never really liked labels, I am this, I am that. But in the interest of introducing myself, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, home makeover aficionado, movie buff, practicing yogi, and aspiring world traveler. I think that's a pretty good list for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.
Jacqlyn Thorne 