Dec 2010
a hope rises from the ashes
of the husk of my old self
I do not know if I will reach
out for it and grab it, as mine,
but I see the path I can walk
and am happy to know it’s
still there
of the husk of my old self
I do not know if I will reach
out for it and grab it, as mine,
but I see the path I can walk
and am happy to know it’s
still there
I feel better
