unexpectedly I suddenly needed to write a poem
how can I tell you of my rage / the holy fire that makes and unmakes me
how can I tell you of my rage / the holy fire that makes and unmakes me
Things fall apart, and in those moments, I think it’s the people you trust that make the chaos bearable.
...it’s beautiful to be wholly yourself. And if there is a kingdom of heaven, it’s made of people who love one another.