Clutch Dig

It was notes scribbled on crumpled paper Personal, reaching to where a lonely arm slept Accepted, understood, far from alone Far from any spotlight or megaphone Shaking nervously with fear Finally able to raise a heavy head Not everyone looks away for a different focus It was entry after entry speaking There, you found peace … Continue reading Clutch Dig

Repeating Tuesdays

Groundhog day until I appreciate my surroundings, count blessings, stop murmuring stop complaining, hard to do in doubt should I trust my own understanding although it's a lost route? Been on the road of circles, booby traps, hurdles, speak allegiance with my lips but very nervous, self-sabotage seems to be my favorite purpose, constantly attacked … Continue reading Repeating Tuesdays