At this odd hour, when the darkness of night ends and the chaos of day begins. I sit here. Upright in my bed. 4 am. Twists and turns in the bed. Tears. Splash of cold water on my face. Hand towel...
come let’s sit
and heal each other
let’s not talk so much
on the surface
let’s get deep inside and
look for the thorns that’s been
hurting us for so long
let’s help each...