5 days, 18 hours ago
These Flowing Words
Like the jagged edge of a broken sword you cut
a wound deeper than it seems to be from the
surface. How puffs of air could be so cruel is mind- 81 more words
6 days, 3 hours ago
My daughter loves to swim. Swimmy fish, feet as flippers, she glides over water, strives to own the pool. When I was pregnant with her I dreamed every night about dolphins. 110 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
Children Are Like Trees,
They Are Guileless, Wildly Free.
Look Into Their Winsome Eyes
So Young, No Trace Of Lies.
They Grow, Strong And Sure… 15 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
1 week, 5 days ago
Thoughts of a Altered Mind
I’m on the ledge of panic, fear, and anxiety.
Trying to talk myself off the ledge is much easier said than done.
Deep breath only seem to make my stomach knots tighter. 98 more words