There she is, on a humid summer day,
a stranger in an eerie place, nobody sees.
Whispers of grief, drift through the air,
ancient trees sigh, longing for a breeze.
She does not belong, this is not her home,
crickets sing a sad song, birds chime in.
Rugged in appearance, with loving eyes,
he appears before her, deep pain within.
Broken, beaten down from a great loss,
she pulls him in, anticipating his lips.
A yearning is felt, within his embrace,
she suddenly knows, home is where he is.
© Debra McLain
Excerpt from the book “Silhouettes Of My Soul”
About the Author
Debra McLain resides in California. She is mother to two daughters and three granddaughters. She works in agriculture, although her passion is in writing. Her dream is to publish a best seller regarding her twenty-eight year battle with an eating disorder and the spiritual awakening that followed.
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