Who are you?

Who Are You?

To the people I write to,

 It is always a lovely sight seeing my work being viewed.

Knowing someone is out there.

Knowing that you care.

I ponder somewhat in my pass time

wondering who are you?

The people I speak to

The people who listen,

The ones who come here for help,

The ones here who come for inspiration.

Who are you?

Its been about two years since we met?

Yet, I have been clueless as to who you are.

Are you lost?

Are you dealing with anger

or life's endeavors?

Who are you?

Are you here?

If so, please answer.

Tell me if I help

Because I do care.

About each and everyone 

So, 

Who are you?

Sincerely, my lovely Boondocks,

- Sabrina Black

The Call of My Happy Place

The Call of My Happy Place

The sound of quaking leaves fill the air

My feet bare,

In the grass that tickles. 

Pools of water shine like nickels.

Birds sing their songs 

All the day long...

The sky breathes fire behind the mountain slope;

This is where I cope.

Here on the plains of wild flowers;

 I come here all hours

To watch the beauty unfold.

To hear stories untold.

Come with me,

Where the sun greets me

With its everlasting kiss

One I truly miss.

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What is Love?

Love what do I know

What is it?

Is it something I can hold? 

An old relic of time?

Is it soft?

Is it rough?

Do I get butterflies flying off my heart?

Love a delicate flower,

An innocent child,

Playful, and energetic. 

Soft and warm.

A safe blanket.

Love is easy to fall into

But hard to get out.

It's a deep warm pool

With waterfalls and trees hanging off cliffs.

Something I never want to leave.

Yet the storms bring me inside and pin 

Me against the sharpest of rocks. 

Love is scary

Love is a storm

Love comes with a price

But it's worth having 

Without it we are nothing 

But ash blowing in the whisper of the wind.