By: Deb Bradt (For: Dr. Mary E. Weems, my favorite writing teacher) I can only imagine how your heart must have broken open the day you were struck by tragedy.…

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By: Deb Bradt, RYT If my love was a liquid, I would pour it into your body, let it saturate you cells, muscles, organs  and bones. I would send it…

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October 26, 2020 7:18pm Listless and broken.Shattered.Torn apart.Unfettered longingsClenching my heart. My whimpering wingsCollapse down with the tide.Nowhere to run,Or to crawlOr to hide. Feet stuck deep downIn murky, thick…

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Today, I saw a bluebird  her wings spread wide and high, she looked so sweet and delicate it made me want to cry. She danced upon the autumn leaves, spotting…

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-by: Deb Bradt, RYT in gratitude for the Sunrise Unit, Highland Springs Hospital, October 2020 I believe in rainbows, and the stars that smile as night falls and the moon…

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By: Deb Bradt, RYT I can paint a day with hues of gold, violet And the crispness of the winter dawn Where I fall into the crevices of comfort The…

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