Small self, small self How do your defenses grow? With fearful thoughts of tomorrow And judgments molding each stone.
"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →
First steps are hard. First steps are freeing. First steps come fast. First steps bring feeling. Legs must move too Unless we are to fall. Today I step again To answer the call. A year ago, I started a blog to share my poetry. Scared and unsure, I kept my name off of it. Today... Continue Reading →