Alone never means lonely,
I’m old enough
The same day but another year;
Amidst cakes, candles and laughter;
Each day the sameYet unexpected.I walk alonebirthing friendship with Selfgrass, birds, trees, smiles, nods…Alone the world holds…
I am tired,
One-Line poem inspired by Harper Thorpe prompt on Chalkboard: “Uneven”
The frightened, frozen…
holding onto possessions as if they are our identity when in reality memories are held inside - not in…