I love her work
My heart
a block of sculptured ice
buried deep behind
steel ribs
hung with icicles
offering dagger sharp protection
An arctic palace
of empty chambers
where glacial winds
flash freeze unwanted feelings
blow them deep into dungeons
blood is crystallized
in frozen nitrogen veins
heartbeat slowed
like a wound down pocket watch
My dreams haunted nightly
by my dead
again and again
they appear
bright cheeked
vibrant
unaware. . .
or perhaps unconcerned. . .
by their fates
They murmur
that I am the ghost here
rendered translucent
thin
insubstantial
from years of suppressed grief
They whisper in my ear
to remove the splinter
from my eye
that blinds me
to myself
these truths
it is time
they say
to examine the shape
the sharpness
of my grief. . .
that spring thaw
is long, long overdue
Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless and is a writer and…
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Nicole Lyons 
Christine is something special. I love her work, too. ❤
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That she is, and so are you 🖤
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EEeee! Thank you. You know I adore the eff out of you! ❤
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Both of you are amazing human beings and stunning writers.
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Thank you, dear friend!
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You’re so welcome, dear heart! ❤
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Christine is wonderful.
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Bob, you are too kind to me.
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Yes she is
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