Today's poem is one for and about dysautonomia. May we all wear our turquoise spoons proudly this month.
But I won’t throw my head back And laugh at your jokes Or touch your hair Or wink Because tomorrow is no guarantee
They say that seasons come and go. Maybe now that's true. Maybe this is just a season, There's hope I can pass through. They say that without rhyme or reason Life can take a turn. "Hold on to your fire, darling." There's nothing left to burn. I wanna sleep right now And wake up when... Continue Reading →