Poetry

31-Day Poem: Day Ten

Cradles a Lingering Numb Truly, I am the victim, how can this not be? A victim of love songs and poetry and a Valentine society. When is my day? When will it come? When do smile-filled rejections quit milking my trend to feel dumb? Truly, my protective actions, my walls, hold no reason to be… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Ten