Heading out of August

It’s the end of August. Guess what I realized? I haven’t written since June. I am having to shake my finger at myself for this. Simply because posting once a month should be no problem. Well, one would think. However, I have discovered that not only does...

I am broken

There are many pieces of me that no longer fit perfectly together. Some of my edges are jagged and sharp. Some of them are soft and flexible. I have had my heart broken. I have had my heart crushed and stomped into powder. I have fallen apart; then healed and mended....

I Remember

I remember The first time we met The attraction The draw I wonder what you would have done If you had known How much I wanted To be more than a friend That was then We will never know Now I cherish the memories I applaud your accomplishments I encourage your loves I...