Raisin Heart Make More Room
My heart was a raisin. Shriveled. Dry. I saw a small slice of humans as people. You know… with feelings like pain and hope. with …
My heart was a raisin. Shriveled. Dry. I saw a small slice of humans as people. You know… with feelings like pain and hope. with …
I’ve been pondering what it means to be strong. I’ve always pictured muscles, a set jaw and no crying. I’ve also thought of perfection and …