Security Blanket Your brimming eyes offer themselves in a silent plea to penetrate the Red haze and instantly dissolves my anger. You clamber into my lap and I cradle you as my heart Breaks for the one who calls me Mama. My child, I may be able to mend scraped…
Is there a kind of too much that is enough? Is there a kind of angry that is calming? Is there an amount of hurt that soothes? How many tears will make a smile? How much more firewood till the fire burns me? Forgive the winds for blowing so cold,…