Jun 5
We lose our true selves—
no longer misted like a morning bud—
the thickened, tangled relationships
bury seeds inside our faith,
turning it dark.
—this is the quiet inheritance of womanhood.
no longer misted like a morning bud—
the thickened, tangled relationships
bury seeds inside our faith,
turning it dark.
—this is the quiet inheritance of womanhood.
♡
