Book
III: To Break the Silence
Chapter II: Another Lonely Sunrise
Precious Things to Me
The soft wind hitting my face
The smell of a forest after a gentle rainfall
The sound of rain in the calm of the night
The sounds of singing birds in the sight of the first light
The touch of the golden sun that’s kissing my cheeks and nose.
The heat of the sand in between my toes
The steps in the sand of someone walking alone
But most of all I’m listening and standing
I’m not aloneThese are precious things to me
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I TOLD AND I BROKE THE CYCLE
A page from the Poetry and Quilt Square Books
of The Child Abuse Survivor Monument
