words that judge
are like
Autumn leaves
that fall
to the ground
and get
stepped on
“Trampling”
words that judge
are like
Autumn leaves
that fall
to the ground
and get
stepped on
being love
is
more important
than
being right
the higher up
the deeper below
beneath the surface
traveling down
to nourish the roots
deep
warmth
without light
but IN Light Continue reading
I feel like no one will ever want me
I’m too open
too honest
too strong
I know freedom
so I expect freedom
from others
men want something new Continue reading
people make my past
seem dirty
it offends them
“I” chose to die
while living
it’s MY past to share Continue reading
the violin
speaking
traveling
photography
auto mechanics
crocheting
dancing down the aisle
gardening
canning
painting
singing
producing
publishing
composing
having someone to talk to
about anything
my past, present, or future
simple
elegant
fresh