thirty poems number eight

some stories need be repeated, over and over
I pray, to remain inside this story

wisdom is to understand, those stories that hold onto us

we all have desires, even when hidden from sight

can you imagine, the loneliness?

love is something we come to by grace

let me be my own true child

5 thoughts on “thirty poems number eight

    1. For us all. Best I know is to remember, I do have a home. We are always welcome home.

      You know, old story, a plane flies here to there. It aims, drifts, corrects. How you get where you’re going even if most of the time you were going off course. Yea?


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