Who wants to open a box when they already know what’s inside?

Gentle words Coarse face Broken heavy heart she carries Place to place  On her way to a distant land Her helper takes the burden up Sore knees Red knuckles  Bruised ego  She places at the alter of her psyche Every way she’s tried to fit their mold Impossibly impossible Their small minds conceived ill-shaped Spaces to banish her from the word  “Normal” Never was it … Continue reading Who wants to open a box when they already know what’s inside?