No friend of mine
this poem, these words
strung in little knots
challenging what I thought,
snooping my psyche, leaving
no stone unturned,
reconnoitering my soul,
this carnivore of ego,
maestro of minutiae,
this flower waiting
to bloom if only
the sun would shine.
Sarah,
Maybe not your friend but an excellent poem.
From darkness to light, from complexity to simplicity , wonderfully written.
as ever,
Francina
Many thanks to you, Francina