Step one – vulnerability
sometimes when you think you know the way- you should go
I find myself catching the bus at the end of the line
two- when I am exposed beads of sweat roll across my forehead, all I want to do is bury my lungs in hot coffee
Three- on being a writer- contending – I don’t write love poems –
I don’t write love poems
I repeat
I don’t write them
By now I’ve grown down to the point of a pencil,
and now I’m ready to start again. kindness sis . Krissy
Perfection! It’s like you’re reading the inside of my heart.
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lol- my sis. from another mother 😊
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I never learn that love poems are love poems until years later.
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Ohh I love this especially the vulnerability segment. Powerful message that even when we don’t know where we are going, just go there anyways 🌷
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thank you kindly Ash, have wonderful weekend 😊
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