Friday, December 5, 2008



Like Braille
I am only understood if you touch me
Careful because I’m frail
Like a painter’s hand
That draws time in the sand
The ocean is my eraser
Now I can start over again
If you peer into my soul
You won’t find me there
For I am tucked away into my inner fold
Afraid to let go
Sin is my tattoo
Unwashable and unforgivable
Never to be removed
I can peel this shame
And yet it remains
I am reminded that I am alive
When I am touched
By the things that
Recall love to my heart
That I miss so much
Fragile, I lie at the oceans hand
And like braille he reads my life
In the sand

© Alya Landry 2008

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