Dear sky/ I heard all your utterances of the night like God, herself came and choke out all the evil on my street. It was clean bolts, pounding, and the wreckage was just what we needed to keep the peace around here. – Krissy MosleyFalling Straight — A Poet’s Vision
All this time, I thought I’d been writing something good. Heck, something great! Turns out, all I’ve been doing lately is staring at the page. Thinking. Hoping. A little prayer here, a little prayer there. And when I looked up after all this manic -suffering.
I think, I still believe,
I’m meant to be a writer…❤