I walked through the darkness,
I walked through the light,
I came to where I laid to rest
My only true love –
The icy cold lips that once were so warm,
The quiet heart that once was so torn.
I kissed the cold lips,
Gently touched the still heart,
Leaving behind a part of my own
Before I said final goodbye.
Mother, lover, dreamer, poet, politics addict: Nara Hodge describes herself as a lover of words forever in awe of written word and the formidable beauty of poetry. She believes in therapeutic writing and often uses her poetry to express her pent-up emotions and untangle the chaotic thoughts of her restless mind. Nara refers to her writing as Restless Reflections, which is also the title of her first poetry collection in English that is currently in progress.
Nara writes poetry in English and Russian. She lives with her family in beautiful Oxfordshire, England.