Passing by strangers

I find myself passing by strangers, waving at the children before the adults Not because I have kids of my own now But because I know what it felt like to be out of sight To be out of mind To feel alone in a crowded room So I smile and acknowledge them first, toContinue reading “Passing by strangers”

I will dance

When love turns hateful Peace turns chaotic Comfort turns sour I won’t cower from the storm I will strip the shame and false guilt from my shoulders And I will dance in the pouring rain. I will smile amidst thunder I will laugh in the face of lighting For I am not weak, and IContinue reading “I will dance”