is it our string, Jane?
My heart is wildly numb
That can’t be cut,
please
My work:
Patheos,
The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,
The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books
Silent Bites by Eukalypto
How does it work?
Very nice
Wow!
So sad!!! Left a heart💕💖😊
More stories from Melissa Ingoldsby and writers in Poets and other communities.
Dear Jane, I am so exhausted I can’t even think of anything poetic. Exhausted physically, but it’s more like my soul. My soul is tired of this feeling, of this agony, of this fear, of this pain.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Start smaller than you think you should; don’t disappear all at once. Just postpone your initial reaction. * When a feeling
By Luna Jordan7 days ago in Poets
When Seeking Softens Listening doesn’t rush. I used to think seeking meant movement— forward, upward, outward. Another insight.
By Flower InBloom2 days ago in Poets
The doorbell rang and Julie was greeted by a little girl holding a doll. She had big dark eyes and wore a white dress. She clutched the doll to her chest. Julie smiled at the girl.
By DJ Robbins6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Very nice
Wow!
So sad!!! Left a heart💕💖😊