“Love is raw as freshly cut meat, mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”– Jim Harrison The innocent child in me believes in love with a pure intent the kind of love while dancing in a fairytale trance and wearing glass slippers….
Collecting porcelain pieces of her fractured heart the girl once so innocent, now wary and guarded works to ease the pain from the knifelike shards creating a masterpiece out of her broken parts.
Sadness suits you, telling your story by the candle’s quivering light drinking the fruit of the vine a cloak of panacea for the soul.
There is a newfound strength within me, though still fragile.” -Journal excerpt dated 6/12/87 The pain was hot, piercingly fresh I was young and little did I know it was only an ounce of tender flesh of what it would take for me…
Stone -Linda Lee Lyberg Your name Lays on my tongue