After the Fire You ever think you could cry so hard that there’d be nothing left in you, like how the wind shakes a tree in a storm until every part of it is run through with wind?
Jess. Thank you for this. I needed to read this poem and hear your words.
Thanks, Annie. I needed to write it <3
You are gracious and wise beyond your years, darling Jess...
Thank you, Margo! It helps to have a space to work through and share these things.
Jess. Thank you for this. I needed to read this poem and hear your words.
Thanks, Annie. I needed to write it <3
You are gracious and wise beyond your years, darling Jess...
Thank you, Margo! It helps to have a space to work through and share these things.