somewhere between

Somewhere between good morning and goodnight, I found you. And somehow, even though you had a future already imagined, you wanted to create one with me. I think we must have looked at the night sky, and seen the same stars. Poem by J. Grace

She is Courage

She is not a bag or a box To be shoved in a corner Or placed on a shelf She is insecurity She is imagination She is as strong as she is emotional She is a tender heart That needs to be held Not hidden Let her out She cannot grow into Courage if sheContinue reading “She is Courage”