Searching for words to explain the anguish I feel
Poetry
Spirituality Hurts
Time Is a Wheel
My ancestors lived through many days like these, Only their meals didn’t come with receipts. But the energy that cooked always came free And the thoughtful left breadcrumb journal entries. Time is a wheel, turning I am a bridge, burning. If you make it across, learning Blow me out and make a wish yearning. Then… Continue reading Time Is a Wheel