Grounded at my core
When I break down, I grow more
Pulling inward now
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro and writers in Poets and other communities.
Flowing yet grounded Ever-changing elements Unpredictable
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide flushes by, covering everything in disappearing crystals of warm ocean. I’m running, I think, and the spray clings to my ankles, obscuring my legs from the lens.
By Maura Bernstein4 days ago in Poets
Who am I? What am I? When am I? Where am I? Why am I? In my journey through this cosmic sea, though I try to simply
By Lolly Vieiraabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for being here today. For those that don’t know me, I’ve been best friends with the groom since middle school.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.