Wrong Way The chasm between us bridged by a path paved with eggshells which I would tread gingerly Now it is replaced with broken glass Each step cutting deep slicing in ribbons I stand there frozen in time The way forward, bloody Retreat, and I lick wounds Treacherous territory Damned if I do Damned ifContinue reading “Wrong Way”
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Poetry For Healing 