Suzanne doesn’t just tell the story, she allows us to live it … read on 🙂
Tell the Story –
I am weary of being misunderstood in the twilight world of men who claim to know.
They only see what they have a mind to see.
Eternally I pace the darkness
Rumbling about my cave in thunderous tones
That you, oh lost one, mistake for signs of danger
But, it is to my own dear love that I cry out.
Her silence fills my nights with fireflies
She alone sees beyond my masked and stone facade
…to find the gentleness of who I truly am.
Before I tell you the tale of her, I humbly ask, what do you see?
Do you see a mountain…that…
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