Truths

Often I wonder about our kindI pray sometimesBecause when they push us against the wall, we never push backWe’ve become...

I watched & waited & listened while you played my name like Beethoven

Happy Independence who?

This could be a sad story or a love story - depends on who’s reading.

We are fragile and imperfect, and sometimes, the hardest truths are those we have to tell ourselves.