Suited and booted in ravenous black
A few weeks ago I was exploring issues I had around my ability to learn, most of us…
“In one aspect…
A poem.
A Poem for Wednesday & Thursday of Deep, Restful, Expansive Prompt
She Is
I feel jitteryLike I’m going insaneLike I’m walking into my own graveCreating my own misery
A haiku about anxiety
I grow angry withMy aching jaw, shovellingMore coals on the fire
Thousand times she walked on this same path. What baffled her most the solace; she used to feel was now lost?