THE ACHE An Ache Of Being oneself.
FOLLOW MY ACHE When in doubt… Follow the ache. Hitting rock bottom Is vital to the revelations. They erupt from
THE ACHE OF THE UNBORN The Womb Bears The ache Of the unborn.
THE ACHING ABSENCE Where ought I flee From the absence of you… Every breath aches.
THE ACHE AND ITS BECOMING… I ache to a sky That I soon become.
THE SWEET ACHE OF TRANSITION…. I sat numb and silent in my unnoticed cocoon; It was dark and cold and
THE ACHE For a poet, all that aches is only “light”. Facebook Post
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