these words i whisper loud and clear
play
reflect
I think this writing poetry thing is good for me.
Finding ways to take my feelings for each day and lay them to rest on the page like leaves feeling grounded; I thrive in the expressive dive into this new season of sharing things I usually tether to branches out of sight.
ponder
I like not knowing who reads these.
And now not knowing who listens.
breath
Each little line I write.
I’m gonna let it shine.
thought bubbles 