This
familiar
heaviness
in my bones
that
will
not
be
unsmiled
undone
unwanted,
yet
leaves me
with
fields
of
words
to harvest.
An
offering
in exchange
for
the silent
weight of all
this water
escaping
from
my
cells.
— The weight of salt water.
© Liezel Graham. 2018
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Wife. Mum. Lover of words. Lover of the Word. Writer of stories. I drink too much coffee and dream improbably big dreams. The quintessentially weird kid, all grown up and (still) finding refuge in books and words.
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