Walls

Walls function as both

Jailer and Witness to my

Vulnerable self.

Walking through the streets saying hello. Never believed I was an angel with a halo. But I thought I deserved more than a pass and go. Or...

What happens when the music stops? Does it mean there is no more song to sing? A cadence interrupted at crescendo’s peak? A penultimate...

Today is special. It's kickball day. The gymnasium echos With exuberant voices Slapping slick walls Bouncing blissfully ‘round. Raised...

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