Desolate vines.



Hearts desolate

we cry empty tears

into the moonlit sky

as we hold together the

charred remains

of our soul.

Vines creep through

us, snaking along our form

filling the empty voids

with light, life and new

growth. Vivid green

a beacon of hope, the

luscious leaf a place to rest.

Warm rays reach in

where fires have burned.

Karen Hayward ©2016


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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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