A late-night poem about moving forward and going back.
There will come a moment when you know you are tired of holding yourself back. Here’s some thoughts on what you can do when that time comes.
Originally posted on Shell Vera: Poetry & Fiction:
? Sometimes I like to look a picture and then let my fingers run all over the keyboard. No edits – just free writing for 15 to 30 minutes without really thinking so much as letting…