The gravity acting on head is negligibly less than on feet.
Can roses bloom again
If it were to rain
On the grave of my heart
A passing thought
Counting on You (7 of 10)
a countdown series - poems of decreasing length, each using You as the first and last word
Once fooled, twice foolish.
All of my family will soon be free.
She has sadness in her soul*
Is created in conversation
First in a series of four word poems
This is the best way to sum up your life, at any given point. You're not competing with anyone, you're not doing what everyone else is doing...
You are running your own race and only you can determine how long it should take for you to reach the finish line...if there is even one.