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Reflections of My Heart: City Walls

Back in the 70s and 80s, I was just a CP person with pipe dreams, a rebel with a cause, but with no one beside me, except for my dance teacher Al Gilbert and my friend Robert. Like the birds

Reflections of My Heart: Cherished Symphony

I thought I had found someone who saw life like I did, and that inspired this poem. But once again, it was a lesson for my inner self. These precious moments were for me to see the type of person

Reflections of My Heart: Broken Beliefs

I look into the sky, a beautiful purple stream of light before me, dark, and full of destiny. I take a deep breath into my belly, filling my root chakras. This is a bridge to my future and how I

Reflections of My Heart: Blazing

Life for me seemed to get more complicated. It felt like the walls were closing in. Again. No room to breathe or have a break to get though the next storm in my life. No peace of mind. Or simply

Reflections of My Heart: Angel

I have often felt a guiding spirit within myself, an angel who leads me through the hard times and whispers to me reminders of the beauty of life. This poem arose in my heart during one of those moments.  ANGEL

Reflections of My Heart: Albatross

It was the middle of 1983. I looked into the black clouds filling the sky, ready to pour down on my friend and me. Suddenly, an albatross soared above us. Seeing this bird gripped my thoughts and feelings. How was

Reflections of My Heart: Absent Heartbeat

This poem speaks for itself. However, this relationship with this man was based on spoken untruths from the beginning. Call it sweet talk, if you want—misleading words to make someone believe something, when really he was minimizing me, a person

Reflections of My Heart: Berries

I wrote this poem during my college years, while taking a walk with a man who tutored me. It was like a brother/sister relationship. Little by little, I trusted him more and more. He was brilliant and somehow knew exactly

Reflections of My Heart: Barren Branches

I wrote this poem sometime between 1983 and 1985. I had taken a walk on a cloudy afternoon. It was one of those liminal days when the moon hangs in the sky like a reminder of the mysteries of life.

Reflections of My Heart: Asylum

Years ago, I met a man. We were perfect, or so I thought, but then he ghosted on me. Disappeared from my life. What went wrong? Was it because of my disabilities? I will never know. Has this happened to