Tag Archives: Wounds

A Letter to Myself

Last year, on January 1st, this question came to me, “Sad girl, why do you stop me from doing things?” This year, came a letter to myself: Let this person be who she needs to be If she was not … Continue reading

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If I Go Empty-Handed . . .

The quiet confusion of a tender depression sightless, dreary joins with the wet brown leaves, matted on a deck that swirls out into muddy grey skies. Here in the stillness of nothing to be done my heart aches lost. Harsh … Continue reading

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