What is Time?

What is Time? A gift or a curse? Time is  a thing that we try to control That we let control us Though it’s not the clock that’s the enemy It the rush of our thoughts It’s the feeling of life running out, Of not being where we need to be Physically , emotionally, spiritually.... Continue Reading →

A poem representing the beginning of a growth process. We have to fall apart to put ourselves back together choosing what we will take with us the next time around.

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