So Does This (a poem)
A single teardripson the bedas I stare at the white wall we painted when I felt hopeful. Depression is a funny thing;you don’t always see it
A single teardripson the bedas I stare at the white wall we painted when I felt hopeful. Depression is a funny thing;you don’t always see it
Every morning I wake up hoping that today will be the day I can walk again. I slowly try to lift myself only to feel
Years ago, on a whim, I grabbed a bag of zinnia seeds and scattered its contents into the empty earth of my flower bed. A
I felt them coming. The tears. The ones that had been threatening to flow from my eyes all morning as we prepared to go to
I haven’t watered my plants in weeks. As I type, yellow leaves dangle in the wind moving back and forth, hanging by a thread until
Recently, I shared on Instagram that my husband and I left the church we never thought we’d leave and are searching for a new one.