Knowing you are in there andI cannot reach you. It pains me.What shadow has taken you to theanother side of the moon?They say that scars are muteBut scars have painted themselves uponyour face, and I want to wash themaway with my tears. Because I know of ache,I know of that throb that weights a soulContinue reading “Friends. Poem”
You’ll find things. Things that have been tucked away and hidden. We forget that there, collecting dust from past, they’re still usable and in perfect shape. The shadows have come to find them as friends. I wonder how we’ve come to this place in our minds.
She loved herself enough to embrace all of the choices she’s made in the past, the present and of her future. With hands over her breast and heart, she made a promise to be forever faithful to her self, a promise to treat others as she does her own soul. -l.j. Wolff