Poem by Tami Darlene
Riding the cycle of life: so many layers and levels of hurt and confusion misunderstandings and brokenness these humans standing in the weaknesses, failures, and turmoil sometimes never coming out of it sometimes never rising above it my fingers reach for theirs I feel the brush of their skin for just a moment that touch stored forever in a locked box of my memory I knew them once and they were good my fingers skim over their belongings left behind textures rough leave sensations colors captured in my mind's eye on their behalf I am made stronger I will not turn to dust I will rise from the clay from the damp deep pit I will emerge clutching their dearness singing their names their lives made glorious in me as I live mine.
Tami began writing poetry in the first grade. Since then, she’s written poetry, lyric and song, and short stories.
