I want to start over, start freshBut I'll still be me. But the boxes I've been put in hereDon't have to be unpacked thereI can be bold, courageous, independent, saneI can live my life without limitationsFree of the handcuffs that... Continue Reading →
The boxes sat askew, littering the livingroom And anywhere else they were able to fit The boxes have started to come apart at the seams Some have collapsed and spilled their contents Exposing things she wasn't ready to see yet... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 