aimless love

But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod, ready for the next arrow. billy collins

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

melting I can move

glimmers of sunshine
warm the icebergs of self-blame
melting I can move

What is this picture I'm creating of myself

doing this I realize that the me that shows up at work is not the most private part of me, the part of me that struggles with living in the suburbs, the part of me that struggles with my faith, the part of me that struggles to be a "good enough" mom, the part of me that needs to/wants to be in love

it's pretty weird to throw myself out into cyberspace...

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