Poems to Myself -3

remember this, write it on the palm of your day: the clouds will always have your back so will your sister and brother the couch will forever be stained with love and loss you will like wearing heels most days but your feet will want to touch the ground every moment so that you rememberContinue reading “Poems to Myself -3”

Thank you Robert Bly

Thank you Robert Bly imagine someone comes to your door tells you you are forgiven hands you the keys to the Kingdom the moment you reach out and take the gift in your worn and weary hands the minute the tears stream down your face roll onto the floor become the sea of redemption thatContinue reading “Thank you Robert Bly”