Tag Archive | heartbeat

posture of my heart

rigid, uptight, worried, tense hiding crouched behind the fence I built with my own two hands with every heartbeat blood and doubt swirl behind my angry shout that I’m worth as much as any man I am a hunchback, deep inside failing even the misplaced pride to which I hold myself bent and bitter beneath […]

Pulse

Living a grateful life.

Ode to Sunshine Naps

Stream of consciousness.