Tuesday, March 8, 2016



Memories bubble to surface,
Life giving springs rising.
Invitation to draw a drink,
Revisit the past and integrate.

Stepping into the memory,
New perspectives to explore.
Investigate old surroundings,
Surreal instant in time no more.

Harm held in memory,
Released in the Truth.
Trauma loses power,
Soul more whole.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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