poetry

Writing is a rainbow that passes through me and many times catches up with me - more than once it simply writes itself. The high sensitivity that is looking for a roof to rest its heart finds solace in words, in poetry and in painting where it is a way to express intense feelings and vulnerability, it sits on the banks of the stream of my changing emotions and watches the renewing waters, sometimes wise from them and sometimes no words are enough for it to describe them. She too, like the water, is a window to my soul.