When I fail. I’m tempted to run. To run back to the comfortable. The easy. To just stop and give up. To just say that I’m done. Worn out. Desperate. Tired. I want an escape. To get out. Away. To be still and to run at the same time. Time. It’s what I need. Time …
These hands have held, been held, worked, wiped tears, patted backs, rubbed headaches away… these hands have been folded in prayer, they’ve reached out to another, twiddled, anxiously moved, covered a mouth filled with laughter, rubbed a back to console. These hands have written down feelings, held the hand of a dying loved one, held …
I have written poetry since I was a child. I found this quote on Pinterest that explains what poetry is to me. I don’t know the author of this quote, but I love it. ” Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment, all you do is feel. “ …
Hope For The Broken 