When you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into the corners of your eyes.
Tag: Poetry
I love a sunburnt country
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
Sometimes the things we love will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway?
I forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one.
I see you, tender even on your hardest days.
Art Therapy with Kimberly 