writes. runs. drinks coffee. doesn’t go in for that whole sleep thing
For many a life is made of hours spent waiting.
For many the wait makes a life worthy of living.
Inspired by Harper Thorpe’s prompt.
A poem is never the whole story;
It is an invitation to witness
the wound as it heals,
eat me alive more than the
emotions that they
attempt — in vain — to smother.
We are gathered here
Today, to witness history
I see her in my mind sometimes,
grown graceful in age, in acceptance,
a gentle smile playing kindly
on her self-assured face