broken

The pine treesBecame carnageBattered by the windUnder the weight of the spring snowFoundation weakened by the soft ground beneathThey lie at roadsidePilons showing work had been begunDedicated teamsWorking day into nightClearing the roadsAllowing traffic to movePiles of broken branchesSawed off trunksAwaiting their sentenceAfter succumbing to the stormThey fell without respect For the surface belowThe watersContinue reading “Broken”

The Velveteen Rabbit

Imperfect. Never brand new again How do we embrace ourselves? Accepting our bodies As life makes it marks Remains one of life’s greatest challenges. Our body is a temple We were told growing up. A temple Dwelling place of the holy It was our job to keep it pure. To keep it perfect. How canContinue reading “The Velveteen Rabbit”