One Hundred Sixty-Six
in Short Poems
I used to believe
that I had to learn
how to love myself
before I could take care
in Short Poems
I used to believe
that I had to learn
how to love myself
before I could take care
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
to be guided by Her.
in Short Poems
When you stop trying
to fit into a world
that you don’t belong to anymore,
you grow
in Short Sad Poems
If you’ve had a hard time
replacing pain with love,
you’re not alone.