Skipping light,gotta find time to be,
Kind,letting go suicidal humming;she’ll rise above, wrinkled lines.
If she could only see, the colors in her own glass.
Never then, would she pretend to be trapped, instead she’d be free.
Today’s word is trust:Writing Poetry 201 Challenge
To trust myself is a challenge after so many falls and let downs…(trusting the skin I’m in)