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.
It can be easy to fall prey to the focus on what we don’t have. The world is telling us what we “need” everyday.
where footsteps once borrowed my heart.