Dedicated to Ange1a - "A shoulder can still be lent on to help troubles, whether or not you're an internet away".

Troub1es fading.

Relaxed friction spread over a bone dry shoulder,
Set to bathe in the tears that roll down your frail face.
Lent by the dull freckled hair that drew over your eyes,
Show the eyes begging friendship, or clawed trouble.
Curlew-bent to another angle hiding her frowning,
Stand for the squeal-sympathy drawing past my lips.
Parenting the problems you bottle up and store,
Equal to a crescent suffering-smile that told me…

- You’re safe Ange1a.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-11 at 22:32

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Ok, so I've started to write this comment so many times, that the repetitive action in itself is bugging me. This time I'm gonna leave one. I've obviously returned here countless times, but I'll always remember the moment when I realized what it was about, the picture that it was about. I won't go on and on, but it took the kind help of an online dictionary to help me "see," and the moment that I did, well, I can't even begin to express the emotions that fell over me. I just wanted you to know and to tell you thank you.

to have troubles fading such as these is truly something that cant be put in words
but you have came closer than anyone else

John Ashleigh
thanks for the correction - your praise was deeply sunken in, be proud..

Thanks for the 5, by the way.