They rush through the gates
Shelter, food, and safety away from all the hate
I stand with a white coat
Needle in hand
I am frozen by the words being said
She hasn’t had a bed for many years
And I’m supposed to ask if she has insurance.
I rejected it before I asked why it can not be Continue reading Lost Opportunity
Let us fall
Although children we may no longer be
In this skin torn, old, and wrinkly
We begin
Again and again
Like the seeds falling from a tree
Birthed from death
Oh what a strange thing to see
My drifting soul becoming me