When I stood in front of the open door I put my hand on the handle My knee jerk reaction was to slam it shut But I paused Why was I always shutting doors Why didn't I embrace my ever... Continue Reading →
When I open the book of my life The pages await I scan through the pages Scribbled in a hurry is some of my writing Some I don't even recognize as mine And seem to be written by someone else... Continue Reading →
As I sit with the book of my life, I feel so lost in thought Many pages I do not want to look at Many pages don't feel like they belong in this book But one very different, very separate... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 