
Its been forever since I sat down and sent you a message.
You are the wise old friend, I’ve been meaning to get back to.
These day are like water in my hand and sand in my shoes
just when I think I’m holding on. Well you know the rest
it seems to slip and I find myself zapped and whipped
out energy, sputtering out of orbit.
So here is my call, my wise old friend
I’m coming home
its time I get back to me and
set some things straight. ~kindness sister Krissy
Love the strength and emotion in this poem!
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thank you my good friend…
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So many ways I read this this early morning — to a friend who is another person, to a wise old friend who is myself re-found, to a wisdom found wandering in the world. Thank you so much.
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Missed your beautiful endearing messages.
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aw, thank you this means so much, Kwameowusubaafi 🙂
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Love your poem ❣️❣️😍
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Beautiful poem, thank you so much for posting it.
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