Life’s Backyard…#29

Wonderful simplicities are a means to keep the soul alive.  I continue to exist year after year, as the mind and soul continues on the journey to where it belongs; the locality eludes me still.  I plant and tend to life’s garden, at this old age I reach for impossible dreams.  I ask that my mind seek what it envisions, look beyond all of the tomorrows. I try to drink in the aromas of life hoping it will bring back memories that were born of my youth.  Maybe I was too blind to see the abuse, the lack of love, passed from abuser to abuser.  Maybe my Soul is dead and I do not know it. 

Love and Peace


© elizabethannjohnsonmurphree


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