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© 2015 by Christine Klein  @ http://crafteweb1.myfreesites.net

by Christine

February 14, 2020

When fear turns into hope,

doors which seemed closed shut, begin to open,

blinded by the gleaming light of a brand new silver lining.

Exposing this tiny silver contour in the distance

which seemingly forever had been covered

by grim desperation and unbearable anguish,


July 16, 2019

Hair, hair long curly hair

hurry and grow, it's still short, it is not fair

I long for it with waves and long

and not in all directions and short but strong

Hair, hair long curly hair

hurry and grow, I can't stop to stare

I dream to get my former length back

over the shoulder...

February 1, 2019

2018 was a year to blow my mind
with unexpected news, the nasty kind

When at the mirror, I felt it, soft and round
I stood in shock and made no sound

Was it, what I so deeply feared
I asked my image, all sadly teared

A quick call to my doctor, I so do trust
she would know...

February 13, 2018

Mapped out ideas subsiding

crumbling like sand through your trembling fingers

Drawn up Visions blurring

like settling dust on your eyes

Hoped for horizons dissolving

into mist of a colourless void

Familiar sounds fading

into overwhelming stillness



A grasp...

May 16, 2017

... the sweet word of forgiveness

the sweet word of a warm embrace

the sweet word of a twinkle

the sweet word of the sound of laughter

the sweet word of a deep safety net

... the sweet word of Home





... the bittersweet word or resentment

the bittersweet...

May 16, 2017

... When tears express what words can’t say

and the soul becomes saturated

with unspoken ache burning deep,

abiding void...

Subsiding emotions

because you have made yourself home

in the anguish of an existence in invisible chains

leaving behind a shell,

hollow and empt...

March 10, 2017

... visions transform into heartbeats

dreams into warm showers of contentment

fantasies into a sea of colours and

illusions into longings beyond bearing.

Then dreams are growing wings and

the clear sky becomes tainted

with the insistent shades of a yearning soul,


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