Category: NaPoWriMo

why

to be loved, deeply loved
is what I crave, but …
I fear it, too.

why?

isn’t that a conundrum
that shouldn’t be a
conundrum?

there’s this little thing
called t r u s t that
settles itself at the
hem of my garments and
reminds me I have
a hard time with it.

and I move on
knowing the struggle
continues and only I
have the power to
overcome it.

maybe tomorrow.