Wild Little Hearts

Why can’t I seem to be like what I need my kids to be. Kinds, sincere. I possess this dark meanness that comes out when I get uncomfortable or feel like I may get hurt. I want them to feel the wind between their hair and sand on their toes. I want them to cherishContinue reading “Wild Little Hearts”

Repost – Poem

Sometimes you have to wait in the darkFor what seems like forever StuckCertain no progress is being made,not even a little growth Nothing seems aliveYou, least of all It doesn’t even feel like waiting, truth be told,Since waiting implies an end in sight  —and you haven’t seen one of those in ages. You’re sure you’veContinue reading “Repost – Poem”

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