What I don’t know, What I love and despise, What I have, And what I have to share, But, all too often, I don’t know what to say, And here I am again.
Listening to a true crime podcast, Because I never want to be too comfortable. I think of the criminal, so called, And wonder what they would feel if their family were victims? And then, What would happen if children, Before school became a burden, Were asked to sit with uncomfortable feelings. With a simple question,Continue reading “The Lessons Missing”
It’s a lot harder in the moment, Not to bite into that bitter apple of anger. And all those little things, the mindless ones, Are the hardest. And I bite back, When my fuse only warms. But I know, anger’s clothes, And I know to back away And shut up. Let it pass, Honored, andContinue reading “Shake it Off, And Just Stay Quiet”