day 159

still, the rain persists,
day after day,
i fill up
with the loneliness of others,
their incompleteness
threatens to overflow.

i carry in the mud of indecision
on the soles of my shoes,
while the wind moans
of their anguish
which i’m unable to heal.

6.8.17

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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