Together we will untie the knots that bind, and pull the wounds that leave us bereft. Together we will lift the weight that holds us to …
He looked up and me, ashamed. Not a look I expected or hoped to see in this old man’s eyes.
I’m still that person with soft skin and an open heart. Whether rich or poor. Lost or found. I deserve to not be forsaken.
I would like to think that I always shed myself gracefully and surrender my new skin to face the glories of this life.
I have been delivered back to my steps without you, where normalcy no longer brings relief.
